I’m on a very slow train back to London from Leeds.
I’ve been away for a couple of days at a Salvation Army youth event (I’ve been speaking at it…I recognise more than ever that I’m well past “young”).
I left my lovely wife and K yesterday at my in-law’s and headed off.
I’m slowly getting used to saying goodbye (not sure I’ll ever fully get used to it) but leaving for a whole 36 hours has been tough.
He’s not a great sleeper and we share the night shift of feeding, changing and soothing. It’s only one night but I feel bad that I’m not there to help.
I’m learning that one of the biggest changes for me isn’t just working out how to be a good dad but how to be a good husband when we’re parents now too…