A very loved (and missed!) Daddy

The longest Noah and I have been separated from Patrick is about 10 hours.


Walking to the beach in Miscouche, PEI, during a holiday earlier this summer

We just survived a four-day long stretch without him, and we lived to tell about it.

It did involve, of course
  • visits with my parents (I crave adult conversation!)
  • 'editing' the bedtime routine out of a bath on more than one night
  • eating cookies at various intervals to keep both of us sane (these cookies also happen to be sweetened without sugar, so I feel somehow justified in eating them)
  • looking at photos of Patrick -- a lot -- just to hear Noah's excited voice as he would point and exclaim "Daddy!"
  • and my personal favourite -- when a strange sound of someone moving around our front porch was heard, it involved me wielding an empty bottle of Rickard's Red. I was thoroughly prepared to smash it on whomever was walking around my property late at night, only to discover it was just a raccoon. As weird as it sounds, I was somewhat disappointed.
Welcome home, Patrick. We missed you a lot.

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  1. Nick told me he saw Patrick at morning Mass at St. Hedwig's on Friday, but I said he must have been mistaken. Then I saw him myself on Sat am, and realised he was here for LifeSite meetings. You have a wonderful husband, Jenna, he has always impressed me with his maturity and kindness.

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