I am on vacation this week with my son. Mr. D is at home keeping the home fire burning.  I miss him.  I am having a lot of fun with my boy though.

I’ve never been overly emotional but when Mr. D woke me to kiss me goodbye I teared up.  We haven’t had to be apart at all since he moved in.  It surprised me to awaken to such feelings of loss.  I laid in bed after he left for work thinking about my responses to him.  It’s still new to me.  

I guess it is part and parcel of the baby girl he is cultivating in me.  I feel more vulnerable with him and yet safer.  Sometimes I resist it, sometimes I embrace it.  No matter how I respond, I know he has my heart.