I haven't yet mentioned it here, but Paddy's been working away again. This time he's working in central Queensland in an underground mine, and despite only being a few hours away, I've never felt more distant from him. There's no mobile reception, so he is uncontactable from about 5:30am to 7:00pm every day. I know he's feeling extremely isolated and misses us both like crazy.
Tonight, as I hugged Lalie tightly before putting her down in the cot, she said to me...
"Wan(t) Dadda home... soon".
My heart seemed to shatter with pain and burst with joy simultaneously. I ached desperately to know that she missed him... and I was overjoyed to know that she missed him.
But there's (literally for Paddy) an enormous shining light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm hanging on to the promise of togetherness and the exciting family adventures that are just about to unfold.
Posted by one claire day at 21:10