The sweetest sound in the world to the thirsty eyes and ears of a parent is a child excitedly calling their name with the biggest smile their little cheeks can hold.
Five days without seeing my girl. Four nights without bedtime kisses. It’s a barren state of being when your reason for existing isn’t readily at your side.
I’m being dramatic, but hey, I’m a fiction writer.
It feels like so long since I have seen my baby girl, hardly a baby now at almost three years old, but the moment we walk through the door to pick her up from her grandparents, that smile, that hug, those kisses, make the world tilt right side up again.
“Mommy!” She yells. “Dahey!”
We need to work on pronouncing our D’s, but it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
I would do anything for that little smile, and those hugs are enough to melt you through. I finally feel whole again, and now, it’s beack to the old routine! Plus or minus a few sleepless nights as punishment for being gone so long.
Dear, goodness, if I never see mountains again, it will be too soon! Fall has hit early in Colorado, and the leaves are already changing to vibrant orange, yellow, and red. There is even snow capping the peaks at higher elevations and blocking out the view of your windshield as we cross over the range. It’s an eerie feeling driving over a snowy mountain in a state that doesn’t believe in guardrails.
The ride back to Denver over the mountains is bittersweet. I’m so happy to be going home, but leaving my newly wedded friends two thousand miles away hurts me. I have the curse of waking up entirely too early after a night of partying, so the morning of our departure, we pack up and hit the road for our five hour drive back to Denver. It makes me sad not to be able to say goodbye, but the memories of the night before will be all I need to carry me through until next time.
It was my second time off the East coast. My first time in Colorado and it’s time zone. My first time to the Rockies and seeing the Rio Grande. The furthest from home I have ever been. The longest time away from my daughter I have ever spent.
And the biggest moment of my best friend’s life thus far, getting married.
It was a huge trip full of amazing experiences and moments to remember for the rest of our lives, but as our flight lands, I am so happy to be home!
I can’t wait to see my little girl and feel her little arms and legs wrap around me in the biggest monkey hug her little body can give me! I can’t wait to hear that little voice and see that sweet smile when we pick her up and bring her home! Anticipation is driving me nuts!