My absent minded professor has been away these last two weeks, lost in a conference of maths and logic. He was away for my first art fair, fathers day, our anniversary and my job offer (teaching history). In some way it feels like its been years and not just a few weeks. It is terrible to say that it takes him being away to make me realise how much he means to me... but I suppose in the whirr of life with smalls it is easy to get caught up in the to do list of every day, every week...perhaps do a little too much nagging etc. Having him gone makes me notice .. notice how much he means to me, to us all, the children really miss him. I realise just how much he helps me keep my pace, makes me laugh and supports me through phases of second guessing myself which I so appreciate.
I am so thankful for having him in my life. Silly coffee machine ruler, fellow radio addict, foodie,
travel lover, planner and love.
The whole island feels different without him. Am so glad he will be returning next week.