Jonny & Amanda

Jonny.

I miss you. A lot.

I missed you this morning when Sophie woke up with an eye infection. Usually I worry, and you tell me she's fine.

I missed you when I put on my new dress that I got on sale at Old Navy for $15 and I wanted you to tell me I look cute. Although, I'm not sure you'll really like it. But you could lie to me even though I'll know you're lying. I still want you to say it.

I missed kissing you in the kitchen while I made breakfast.

I missed you when Sophie spit up 1/2 way down my back and I couldn't reach to wipe it off.

I missed you during Sacrament meeting when my well-meaning visiting teacher (sitting with me to help tame the wild beasts, aka our children) starting feeding Emma fruit snacks like nobody's business and I was thinking "Sheesh. Her blood sugar is going to be all crazy."

And I missed you when I was sitting with Matthew in nursery and even with me there he was screaming so hard that he was sweating profusely - to be honest, so was I. And when Sophie started screaming too and they were both on my lap screaming and screaming and finally I ran to the primary room, grabbed Emma, and fled the premises.

I missed you when I was playing with the kids in my parents backyard with everything blooming and the wind softly blowing. I wanted you to be there playing with us too. And when Matthew was blowing out the candles on his birthday cake and kind of spit all over it I really really wanted you to be there.

I missed you when I was driving home with the kids and Matthew was crying "Wan' go night night," and Emma was saying she has a froat (sore throat) and her legs hurt.

I Tylenoled Emma up and got those kids in bed in record time. I missed you when I was lying on our bed reading my scriptures and relishing in the momentary quiet. I love reading scriptures with you.

I missed you when I heard Matthew crying and went into his room to find him covered in throw up and then at the same moment heard Emma crying in her room that her tummy was hurting and then Sophie started screaming a couple of minutes later.

I missed you while bathing Matthew, picking up throw up chunks off the carpet because all of the sudden the vacuum isn't working and washing all his bedding. While opening the windows to get rid of the throw up smell only to run around closing them a few minutes later when a skunk sprayed (what are we here - back in Monterey?) When I ran to the neighbors to see if they could maybe just feed Sophie while I was on sterilizing duty - they weren't home.

I missed you when I watched the season finale of NCIS. It just isn't the same without you.

I missed you when the whole throw up/clean up routine was repeated a couple of hours later.

And now I'm off to bed. And I will, yep, you guessed it. I'll miss you there too.

I love you. And I really hope you're having fun. Really. No sarcasm here.