Every night my husband says this. Even if I'm not there. Even when he's far away. It is the last thing he thinks about before sleep. Period.
Oh how I wish I could be so focused. I know, its not my call as mother. My call is to be ready for the next one, the interuption, the need. In Boston I only had him to think of-- for 2 days I was just wife. What a blessing those 2 days were.
But last night I had to text the message 3,000 miles away. He's in San Diego for trainging for a full week. He left Saturday to see some sites and get over the jet lag before the first session Monday. He appreciated that I remembered. appreciated that remembering at 11 pm was early in his new, temporary world.
I don't mind that he saw the zoo without me or went out for real Mexican. I was only slightly jealous when he called from the gorgeous Pacific Coast Highway in a 2008 rental surrounded by sun and palm trees. But I sure miss him.
Thank goodness I still have 4 year old who senses when mommy might have to suffer having a bed all to herself and joined me. No I didn't send her to her room. I won't have living dolls much longer.
So goodnight sweetheart, I love you, sleep well. I post you some pictures of the kids Tuesday.