I got really homesick on Sunday. The best part of the day was early on, when Maddox fell asleep in the car on the way to church and woke up with one of the craziest hairdos I've seen on him. His hair was soaked from sweat and sticking out EVERYWHERE. We laughed so hard as Andrew tried to fix it.
Unfortunately, little could be done, except laughing about it. We liked the new church we tried - it's called Shoreline in Destin, Fl and is held in a movie theater. As we expected, Maddox stayed in the nursery about 5 minues...maybe. His assigned number quickly popped up on the screen during church (CHILD 1031) and that meant, well, he wasn't doing so great back there. I jumped up. There he was, in a woman's arms at the top of the stairs, crying so hard that snot was running into his mouth. Ahh, separation anxiety, when will you pass?
I cried yesterday too, except not as hard as him. But then Monday morning came, and with it - telling Andrew goodbye at 6:30 am (his first day of work), making breakfast, and waking up amidst coffee and the smell of crayons. This is how my morning looked:
There is nothing like a lively toddler to bring you back into the real world and make that homesick feeling disappear.
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