Separation Anxiety
Shane headed off to SF last week (who are the Seahawks, and why do they keep following him?) so Lina, Lily and I have been enjoying some serious girltime. It has looked less than feminine at times (as girltime does), especially our afternoon routine of eating chips and drinking beer while seated on the kitchen floor. We kick back against the dishwasher and contemplate the universe. And each other.
Anyway. He got home today, and this afternoon I was itching to get out of the house. Lina’s been sick since yesterday, and Lily and I wanted to pick up a few things for Cooper. So Lily and I took off, and Papa and Lina left for the grocery store shortly afterward.
When Lily and I came home, the house was empty. I found myself walking down the hall, into Lina’s room. Straightening up her blankets. Sitting in the rocking chair. Rocking. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I grabbed my laptop and began writing this post.
I miss her. She’s been out of my sight for less than an hour, and I can’t wait to hold her. This love, the love toward one’s child, is so incredible. I am so very thankful to be able to experience it.
Knock knock… they’re home…