10 days since Jake's been gone. (Not that I'm counting or anything, right?)
This is the first summer that he'll be gone for almost a month straight and I don't like it. I know it's the right thing to do and he gets to spend time with his dad but...my emotions get the best of me at times. Like when I'm doing Jake's laundry, driving past our favorite ice cream place, finding his Legos on the floor, or seeing an empty booster seat in the back of the van...it all reminds me of him.
It's been hard not having him home for part of the summer. I have this constant feeling that my home, my family, my world is just not right.
There is a hole, a void.
But, God is using this time to bind me closer to Him and give me joy in spite of my sorrow. Plus, Jake will be home sooner than I think - just 18 more days now.
I hope they go quickly.