That sound you may have heard on Friday night around 8pm was the sound of relief coming from my house. My husband finally made his way back home after nearly a week away and it was and has been so nice to have him back. The reaction from my oldest alone brought tears. This is a boy that doesn’t show a lot of emotion. He keeps it well hidden until it overwhelms him and he can’t contain his tears any longer.
We had a few such instances toward the end of the week where small injustices elicited a stronger-than-normal response from him. It all boiled down to one simple truth: he was missing his Papa. Seeing his face light up and the way he ran into my husbands arms was beautiful. And the way he came running back to mine to tell me that he loved me and was so happy his Papa was home reassured me that everything was as it should be in our house.
This week, we head back into a more regular routine. After a couple of days to decompress and catch up on family time, it’s back to the grind of work, school and training. I have one month left to train for my kettlebell certification. Yikes. That’s something that sure came up fast. I’m happy with the progress I’ve made over the last few months and I know that no matter what, I’m going in as well-prepared as I can possibly be. There’s still a lot of work to be done over this next month but I’m excited that we’re nearing the end and am really looking forward to taking these skills, honing them and then learning how to implement them with others. It’s going to be awesome. And exhausting.