It's 4:30 AM and I'm blogging...obviously it's an unusual day. First and foremost, it's Charlie's Aunt Angie and soon-to-be Uncle Bill's wedding day!
On the much more self-centered side, it's the first time I'm leaving my baby. After scrounging up some breakfast I'm headed to the airport for the wedding. I am thrilled that Charlie was weaned just in time for me to jet off for the celebration. I should arrive in El Paso at 10 AM this morning in plenty of time for the 2:00 wedding. Then I get back home early tomorrow evening.
Due to the whirlwind nature of the trip and the length of the flights, Jason and I decided that it would be unfair to Charlie to ask him to make the trip. And obviously I want to be at my sister's wedding, but this is so hard. Not counting the little peek into his room before I came downstairs, I'll go 45 hours without seeing Charlie.
The amazing thing is that despite the fact that I used to travel monthly, if not more often, this is the first time I'll have to go more than 12 hours without a hug. We have truly been blessed with my new job situation this past year.
Plus, the fact that my first journey is for something wonderful makes it so much easier to go. Add to that the fact that it's just one night and it should be easy...but it's not.
I know fully well that Charlie will have a wonderful time with Donna during the days and will just adore his one-on-one time with Daddy in the evenings. I also know that I am going to thoroughly enjoy the long, quiet, solitary flights (a 3 hour stretch to do nothing but read! each way!), and have an absolutely wonderful time celebrating with Angie and Bill. But I already miss him...
I suppose it's just yet another milestone to survive, and that in 14 years or so I'll look forward to stuff like this...but it sure seems traumatic at 4:30 AM!
