It hasn't gotten much easier. I *love* my job. I am working hard and seeing it pay off in the students academic growth. I work with a fantastic administration and couldn't have chosen better co-workers. I look forward to Friday and the break that it provides in my week but I also dread Friday and the time to really miss Sammy.
Tonight it was a simple thought about my niece. I spent the first week of March (and Sammy's 5 month day) in Colorado with my family. I got to squeeze, cuddle, talk silly to, and make crazy faces at Isabel. I also cried with her a couple times. I swear she couldn't be a more perfect baby. So beautiful, expressive, and wonderfully chubby (I'm waiting for the photographic proof of the time we spent together and will probably share it here). I thought about calling my sister in law tonight and about how the conversation would go...how she would tell me about all the things Isabel was learning and what a good girl she is, how she *finally* gave in to sleep for the evening. I pictured my SIL peeking in on her while she slept. After all those thoughts, it hit. The there-should-be-a-wonderfully-chubby-boy-sleeping-in-MY-house-tonight sock to the gut.
And so I sit here tonight longing. Thinking of my baby boy worshiping in the arms of the King and yearning for the day when I get to hold him and worship with him.
"If you cling to your life you will lose it; but if you give it up for me, you will find it."