My Empty Evenings

I am traveling for work and missing my family terribly. Right about now I would be watching the boys run around after dinner, perhaps getting them ready for a bath. In a little while, when they began to wind down, Cole would climb into my lap with his cup of milk and blankie and would watch TV with me. Roark would eventually stumble over and plop down – his little head resting on my leg. They would lay like this until they fell asleep. I would then carry them to bed thinking about how short the time I have with them feels. On days like this – my evenings feel empty.