I realized halfway through today that I was off work on Friday. And on Monday!

For the first time in ages, I’ve planned a conference that is about being a well person. Technically it is work related, and I’ll get credit, but I expect to see a few familiar faces and others who I feel like I know, although haven’t yet me in person.

It’s funny how people you have virtually spent time discussing issues with can feel closer to you then they are. I’m hopeful and excited that maybe, just maybe, they will become in real life friends this weekend as well.

But I’m already starting to panic a little at the idea of being away from Home.

It’s funny how much somewhere and the people that are there become an extension of yourself.

I feel like my soul is outside my body some days, with every bump and heartache they accrue as painful as though I’d done it to myself.

I never knew about that before deciding to have children, and now that I do, I realize just how brave people have been for ever.

Coping with all the loss that comes with love, and knowing with complete certainty that yes, I would do it all again in a heartbeat, no matter what the future holds.

Because they are mine. And I am theirs. And as I think about packing my bags for a weekend away I already know that I’ll be happy to come home where I belong.

And that is a blessing indeed.