So today marks the first time I leave you with dad while I travel with Mozzi across state lines.
I mean, Mozzi doesn’t really have a choice. Involuntary uterine travel and all.
But it feels weird. Separating our family.
This is also the first time I leave you as a Kindergartener.
Please make sure your dad remembers to take you to the book fair, it goes until 7.
Your homework is in your bag, I’ll be back on Monday.
Dad will be here when you get off the bus.
Oh, how I love watching you get off the bus. (This may or may not have something to do with you not getting off the bus on the first day…police bringing you home…blah blah blah…)
Sometimes you watch the bus drive away, sometimes you bend down and look at a bug on the sidewalk. Occasionally you skip, most of the time you run and on the really good days? You dance home. Sometimes you make grand gestures towards your mouth and your stomach signaling that I am to feed you as soon as you cross the threshold. But you always smile and wave as soon as you see me.
And my heart melts when you do.
I miss you already.
Do you think it would be weird if I asked my roommate to rub and kiss my belly every morning when I wake up?