LB is on vacation with her other mom for almost 2 weeks. Apparently I can deal without seeing my child for 6 days, and then I ache to see her. I've been keeping busy-work, projects, dates, trips, friends, and for the first 6 days that was good, but now I miss her.
This morning I woke before my alarm. The sky was dark yellow and there was thunder and lightening in the distance. I reached across the bed where LB would usually be sleeping, and I would usually re-cover her with her special blanket. And maybe I would hold her hand, and she would wake a bit and smile at me. As I got up to put on the coffee, the sky went dark with wind and rain and lightening and thunder. By the time I left for my morning meeting it was clear and lovely. All seemed good, until I came upon two giant trees crashed across Benefit Street, and my meeting was canceled and the power was out and the coffee shop was closed.
I miss that little girl, she anchors me to something I can't define.