so I was headed to my small group tonight at church. me and 7 other girls get together, talk about life, etc. (a friend oh-so-nicely put it as 'group therapy'. it's whichever really. therapy is probably the more HONEST term if you want to go that route, and I think I like that better. but it's really meant for friendship and spiratual growth.)
so on my way I called my love to see how baby girl was doing. all was great. she's not to the stage yet where she fully understands when I leave the house, what that really means. that I'm GONE. as in, not just in the other room anymore.