In your arms

Last night, for the first time, I let myself miss dh--really miss him. I miss his presence every day, but it hasn't been as blatant and painful as in years past. Part of it is that I just don't have time to dwell.

Late last night, though, for no known reason (well, I guess the reason is because we just found out my soon-to-be former brother-in-law is an asshole which makes me appreciate how very much my husband is NOT), I let myself think about dh and miss him.

Yeah, I would love a co-parent around the house to help out with the kids (and give me a few more hours of sleep), but what I really miss about dh are his arms. My favorite place in the world to be is in his arms. I miss that.