Day 11
I'm sorry for not writing sooner, but nothing interesting has happened since he left. He'll laugh if I say that to him though, remind me that my every breath is interesting to him, so I thought I should write more anyway.
It's just been the same old everyday, taking care of the animals. Ivar got me to turn the geese out into the yard one day so there's that, it was only because Frida too ill to do it though.
Today was a little different, but only because Æstrid decided to talk to me. (Shock horror)
We took the sheep up to the field with the others, the younger ones began their usual game of chasing each other around and generally making a ruckus.
Æstrid and I sat down in our usual spot, so she could sketch and I could continue my knitting.
"You've been quiet recently," she said, instead of getting her sketchbook out as soon as we had got comfortable.
"And that's coming from you?" I laughed at her.
"For you," she said, leaning in closer to me, her nose almost touching my shoulder, "you missing him?"
"Of course I'm missing him," I told her, setting my needles down on my knee so I don't get distracted and end up with a hole in the sock, "I miss him when he's in the next room, never mind out at sea."
"Must be nice, to have someone like that," she said with a smile.
"You will one day," I told her but she just smiled again, picking her pencil back up and looking out into the distance.
"I'm not so sure," she said, "I don't think I'll ever have anything like what you have with him."
She's an odd kid that one, but I love her. That's no secret, everyone knows it.
