It's not the same. Not when you're gone for any length of time. And a week away is a long, long time in Daddy-away-from-B-hive time.
Even when you look goofy while away.
I mean, seeing and talking with my girls and the Mama on Skype or FaceTime video calls is great. I can't even imagine what it would've been like without, only being able to hear them on the phone.
Only on the phone. Like it's the late 19th century and we're writing letters that take weeks to get to one another.
But that's okay, because we live in a world of real-time connectedness and mindful virtuality, and thank goodness for that.
However, there's nothing like mindful reality, the moment you walk in the door and see your lovely children in motion, watching you walk in the door.
They're not clear mental snapshots you retrieve on demand, or even those real ones from your computer or mobile device of choice.
No, these begin in periphery, a distant grainy motion, the curvature of smiles that then grow rapidly filling the space around them with light and the room with love.
I can't imagine what it's like for those serving abroad, working abroad, or being forced apart because of war or other global disasters for months at a time, even years, without the comfort of holding their families close with any frequency.
I am thankful for short trips. My fortune abounds.