Off to Ilocos

Henry's leaving for Ilocos tomorrow noon. He and some of his cousins will be on a field trip to the said province, and he'll be gone for 4 days and 3 nights. He's sound asleep right now, but as early as now I'm already beginning to feel sad. He's still here but I miss him already - does that make sense?

I packed most of his things tonight so that I won't be in a rush to pack tomorrow. But every shirt I folded and pants I ironed was filled with the longing that he won't leave. Although I know he'll only be gone for a few days and he'll be back sooner than I expect, I guess I'm just not used to having him not around. I know that he'll miss me and the kids too, and he's doing it for the money he'll be taking home.

I hope he'll have a safe trip and be back soon, else I'd go nuts.