This morning we did the things we do on any typical weekday morning: you woke up, endured a diaper change, got your milk and hung out in our room while Mama got ready and finished packing and daddy took the pups outside to potty.
From there though, things were different. I shared my oatmeal with you (which I normally scarf down at my desk if at all) and we played and snuggled for a while. I put you down for your morning nap, kissed your fur brothers and then jumped in a cab to go to the airport and then to our first trip apart.
It's a perfectly normal, silly little thing really. Your daddy does it all the time and our lives have adapted to the rhythm of work travel and fun travel and regular awesome life in between. It certainly won't be the last time, sweet girl, but OH what a first it is.
So far, there haven't been any tears and I know we will both be just fine. But you know something? Walking to that cab, riding to the airport, navigating security, and settling in at my gate, I have had the same feeling. Things are not in their natural order, "off," and out of sorts. There isn't any place my heart recognizes as ok or normal or good if you aren't there too. It's a powerful thing, this pull I feel toward you, this all encompassing love that's like nothing I've ever known. It's such a cool experience and one of which I will never, ever tire.
So here's the thing: you be a sweet and good girl for daddy and for Becky, and mommy will do her work stuff as fast as possible and before we know it, we will be back in the same place and the world will feel familiar and right again. The truth is that you likely won't even notice, especially because your daddy is awesome and you adore him. But my darling girl, I will. I will feel every minute. I will sing our songs and say our prayer at your bedtime and I will count the minutes until your sweet face is right in front of me. Just where I like it.