Happened in Atlanta. I dropped Courtney off at my SIL’s on Friday and I cried. I put her down for her nap right before I left her house and it nearly broke my heart into a million little pieces. Paul did an excellent job with Courtney, as I knew he would, but I couldn’t help but worry anyway. I called several times Friday, Saturday and Sunday and there was nothing but calmness and a happy baby in Atlanta. Saturday I received an email with this picture:
Courtney and her daddy on the carousel
Clearly things were going just fine without me. Really, what left me speechless was that Paul went to the mall. Voluntarily. On a Saturday. But what a great idea!!
I used to travel all the time, before Courtney was born. Paul and I traveled a lot, pre-baby, and I traveled a lot on my own pre-both. And it was no big deal. I’d travel, I’d go here and there, I’d fly around the world and didn’t have a care in the world. But now, I live for the text message pictures! I wasn’t alone though, there were a lot of us looking at pictures that our husbands had sent. (And some moms were questioning what that blue food was that their husbands were feeding their baby.)
Really, I’m rambling on about nothing. My husband rocked the single parent bit. And he rocked the husband bit for letting me get out of town for the weekend, so I could regain my independence and some of my youth. I definitely want to plan another trip but the next trip we’ll take as a family.
