For the first time in my daughter's entire life she has spent many many consecutive days away from us.
So many days that there have actually been days where I did not hear her voice.
And ALL the days that I have not seen her face.
It's really really strange.
The first day that I realized I had not spoken to her was really weird.
It was almost midnight and my heart exploded.
Okay, fine. Not entirely. But it felt like it was exploding.
I turned to some amazing friends who listened to my carefully crafted words and totally understood.
The first time in her entire life that I did not hear her voice for an entire day?
And yet ...
She's doing fantastic.
She's with her grandparents and cousins, and so of course I'm not worried.
I've never been worried.
Anxious, however - yes. Quite quite anxious.
To have her so far away. So far out of my reach.
And it's actually a really good thing.
My husband and I have had some time together without her little voice chiming in. Without some of her typical interrupting for attention behaviors.
We've had grown-up conversations. Gone to dinner whenever and wherever we wanted.
We even saw a movie at nine o'clock at night. TRANSFORMERS #900 - or whatever it was.
Mark Wahlberg was in it, so it's all good.
But that was a realllly lonnnng movie, by the way.
So we got to be grown-ups again, in a different way than we have been for the past seven or so years.
And it's been fun. And beautiful.
And we still can't wait to squeeze our kiddo again.
Soon. Very soon.
* I'll be linking up with Pour Your Heart out this week over at Things I Can't Say. Join me! *