Only two nights

It was only two nights. I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal. It’d be my first time away from Ollie for that long (I’d only been gone one night before). But, two nights? C’mon. Easy peasy.

And, yes, I was worried, sure.

Would he wake up in a good mood? Would he eat well? Would he be ok with baba putting him down at night?

But they were more logistical concerns.

What I didn’t think about, was how much I’d MISS them.

I found myself wondering how they were throughout the day, checking the drop cam to see if I could catch a glimpse. It was nerve-wracking and frankly, strange, for me to feel so out of sorts. It was only two nights! Surely I could survive this!

And of course, I did. But boy, was it hard. I’d wake up at the usual 6:30am and couldn’t manage to go back to sleep. With the house of girls asleep, it was so weird to have so much quiet and alone time. It was nice, don’t get me wrong. I made breakfast and went for a run and felt like a million bucks.

But when he sent me this picture of the two of them? I just about melted. 🙂

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