I love this picture because it is just Glenn and Jeff relaxing at home.

It seems few and far between that I blog anymore. I guess I feel that there are only so many times and so many ways that you can say that you truly miss somebody. Right now I think about what it will be like to have our own home again being able to make meals for my family, and to watch The Cosby Show with Glenn at night, like we used to. I look forward to having Glenn brush our Jeffrey's teeth again, because I am certainly no good at it. Right now I can only imagine how strange it will be to have him here again, although I have read that once they are back it's almost like they were never gone. I look forward to renting movies from time to time, going to Starbucks on lazy Saturdays, and to hearing his Jeep pulling into the drive at the end of the day. Although we have less than 3 months left, it still seems like it's going to be so long until he is back. I told him today that although I am no fan of the show "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air," I flick by it from time to time on the TV and wish he were here to watch it again. It used to drive me nuts when he would watch it in bed because, in my opinion, there are plenty of better shows on to watch, but I will definitely settle for it now. I will settle for him watching Sports Center.

Here are my beautiful boys! Who could ask for anything more?

This is going to sound cheesy, but I realized today that there is not much beauty in things since Glenn has been gone. There are still things that I like, like walking by the creek here in town with it's calm, snowy white banks, but there is just something missing. Maybe it's just that today was kind of a difficult day with the boys, so it's possible that I was just more down than usual.

On a funny note, I have to write this story because it is too funny. I am staying at my in-laws house, and my room is a renovated conference room (they are caretakers of an old mansion that is the community center) with a door leading into the one bathroom in the apartment, which in turn leads into my in-laws bedroom. Almost every morning, my 2-year-old, Jeff, gets up and opens the door that leads into the bathroom, and my MIL puts on cartoons for him while she gets ready for work. This morning, I was dreaming that Jeff opened the door in the dark of the early morning to go see Grandma. I only realized it wasn't a dream when I heard my FIL talking. Apparently, Jeff opened the door, walked into my in-laws bedroom, and said, "Hi, Granddad!" then proceeded to walk out into the living room. He turned around and came back, where my FIL aid, "Go to bed, Jeff." He came back into our bedroom and said, "Mom, wanna turn ona TV." I said no, that it was still sleepytime, and he crawled back into bed and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow, no exaggeration. I wonder if he was sleepwalking? How strange!