Daddy left for a short trip today, and while dropping him off at the airport daddy wanted to hug his baby girl good-bye one last time.
He hugged her oblivious little body and kissed her a few times, she kept saying da-da da-da and threw a few smiles his way. Then he passed her to me, and I went to put her in the car seat and she started crying, with little tears and everything. Had he stuck around any longer his whole body would have turned to mush, but instead only his heart melted. It was so sad. I chose to think she was missing him, instead of thinking she just didn’t want to be in the car seat some more, which makes my womanly emotional side want to cry. (but I didn’t.)
I can’t imagine leaving this little girl for more than hours at a time. Not because she’s hard to deal with (well, that too) but because she’s become a staple in my life.
And while I use to be able to just go on my merry way when Tim would be MIA for whatever reason, I now feel incomplete when he’s gone. Don’t know if it’s the dependency for help with Hailey but It’s just not the same anymore when he’s gone.
She’s been a trooper today on an altered schedule, now it’s time for a nap then a trip to the commissary. Someone grant me patience for that!
