1,456 miles.
That's how far away my baby is.
I am in Palm Springs, CA this week - my first business trip since Jackson was born. In fact, it's the first time I've been away from him over night. And you know, it isn't so bad. Of course I miss my boys. But there was no tearful goodbye this morning, no panicked feeling in my stomach, no cloud of guilt hanging over my head. He's in good hands...Daddy's hands.
Drew is an amazing father. He has been 100% hands-on since Jack's very first minutes on earth when I was too incapacitated to really be "present". It wasn't me in the NICU for Jackson's first dirty diaper, feeding or spit up. It was Drew. And he's been there ever since.
You may find this shocking, but I left the house this morning without leaving so much as a sticky note of instructions for Drew while he plays single parent. I didn't have to. He already knows.
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Funny story #1 from Drew & Jackson's first day without Mommy.
This is the message I received via blackberry instant messenger while waiting to depart KCI this morning:
"Poop on the highchair. Poop down the leg. Poop on all his clothes. Poop on dad's clothes. Poop on the changing table. And we're off. Dropped him off at 7:25. Talk to you later."
1 comment:
Drew is a great Dad, husband, and son. He can take all kinds of poop and keep moving forward!
love to all.
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