Missing Home

I am writing this post while sitting alone in the hotel restaurant. I've only been in Miami for a few hours, and already I am homesick. I long to be home with my husband and my daughter.

Isn't it funny how things change when we become parents? A few years ago I would have gone on this trip with enthusiasm, eager to explore a new city. Now I'm just counting down until Friday. I long to hold BiBi, look into her big blue eyes, watch her stick her tongue out, and breathe in her smell as I cover her in kisses.

I also want to be at Harry's basketball game. No, I haven't turned into a sports fanatic overnight. I just long to be where a coach's wife should be: on the bench supporting her man. I'm sadder than I thought I'd be missing a game.

I also regret not being there for Damian's surgery. I talked to Kris and know he's doing fine. I just really wish I could have been there.

Perhaps my lack of sleep last night combined with traveling today has my emotions up a notch. After dinner I plan on taking a hot bath and reading until I fall asleep.