It’s an odd thing to be missing Josh this week.

I think I hear him walking through my home at times. I miss hearing his voice from his office.

Everyone misses him. The older children miss visiting over lunch where they all congregate mid-day. The littles miss playing with him in the evenings.

Jon sat on Sunday night to paint a picture for him:

It was a sweet gesture from an adoring little brother, to an older brother he loves very much.

Josh should be home late Thursday.

I know he’s enjoyed his time.

We’ll be glad to have him back under our roof!