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!