Four nights away from
home, husband, kids. Each day seems
longer than the last
In the airport on the way home I walked into the ladies' room behind a little girl and her mom singing the Hannah Montana theme song. Then the girl asked her mom to come in the stall and help her wipe.
Ah yes. I'm almost home.
(Composed on Friday for Haiku Friday but didn't make it to the big screen until today.)