First Trip
Well, first trip since the baby was born.
This is a first I could do without. It was harder than I thought leaving her, even for this short time. I’m going to miss days of development and, at this age, that’s a significant chunk of her short life. Is she going to miss me? Or, remember who I am when I return? I’m not sure babies even recognize individuals at 2 months of age.
Anyway, I’m toast after a red-eye flight and little sleep in the last 48 hours. Time to sleep and leave the analysis of my feelings or the coincidence that today is Father’s day for later. (I know you’re disappointed.)