Tonight I am tucked in to my warm bed in a freshly cleaned cottage, enjoying a hot cup of bedtime tea after quiet weekend at home. Brent has been away all week at a friend's wedding and I have missed him terribly. I didn't realize how hard it would be to say goodbye this time after having lived together for just a month, but it definitely sucked. This cottage no longer feels like my home... it's now our home and it doesn't feel quite the same without him here. And as much as I enjoy my alone time and a calm weekend at home, I still spent most of the weekend wishing he was here. In between cleaning, painting the front of the cottage, and running errands, I squeezed in some calligraphy practice and finished a couple of small projects. I'm surprisingly happy with how they turned out... it seems my inner critic took the weekend off.