Walking into work today, I had a sudden ache of loneliness for my girls and thought of our trip to the beach together. It just about brought me to my knees. As God as my witness, we are going back this year.

For some reason, Finn woke up repeatedly last night, about every half hour, just as I’d warm up under the blankets and start drifting off to sleep. At 2AM gave up, dragged my pillow in, laid down on the spare bed in her room, and we finally fell asleep. This morning feels like I’m wading through butter, both mentally and physically.

Tomorrow we’re driving across the bridge for a birthday party with good friends, which will be great fun, and Sunday the drywall guy is scheduled to start on the side porch.