Last night I got home from a 6 day trip in Toronto. For those of you in Toronto that didn’t know I was there…rest assured, you were all in the same boat! We worked 14 hours a day for the entire trip so I could have easily been in Timbuktu. I have travelled a fair bit over the past year and am still not used to my uterus aching every time I say goodbye to Georgia. (Sorry for the mental picture but I don’t know what else would have depicted such a strong instinctual reaction.) It’s even harder now that she can communicate that she doesn’t want me to go.
This trip was a long one but because it was so incredibly productive, my uterus and I made out ok. We called home every couple of days and answered the “Are you here yet?” question each time. And I now get unprompted “I love you’s”! Oh joy…what a long wait it’s been. Anyways, what I really wanted to share with you was what I returned home to last night. Georgia and Fred were upstairs getting ready for bed but the moment she heard me come in, she started squealing. We made eye contact at the top of the stairs where she started to cry (I don’t think she knew exactly what she was feeling). Two or three sobs and she leapt into my arms for a big hug. Then she pulled back, took my face in her hands and said “I thought I lost you, Mommy! I am so excited you came back!”. Precious. Needless to say I slept in her ‘too short, too firm, too squeaky’ bed most of the night.
Fred left for Toronto last night. No doubt he’ll return to the same squeals I did!
Georgia’s Tired but happy Mom
