Mommy's going to Chicago tomorrow to visit Aunt Renee and Aunt Viv. Girls' weekend. You're going solo with Daddy for two days. You guys will do fine and have fun. But I, for sure, will miss you.

I'll miss mornings like today, when you were still asleep at the appointed hour so I had to wake you. And you rolled over and curled up in a ball and grunted at me. And I'll miss riding in the car with you and having you point out the BIIIIGGGG truck. (You say it just like that. BIIIIGGGGGG.) And I'll miss watching you run off down the sidewalk the moment I pull you out of the car, naively thinking I won't be able to catch you. And I'll miss watching you carry the 12 double-size rolls of toilet paper up the steps all by yourself. And I'll miss you cramming yourself into the empty wipes box and asking me to give you a ride. And I'll miss you saying, "Debin do" when I try to help you brush your teeth. And I'll miss singing "Wheels on the Bus" and reading the "car book" in our bed. And I'll miss kissing you on the cheek before you go to bed.

What I won't miss is watching you throw your dinner on the floor.

Hey, there's gotta be one thing I won't miss!

Posted on June 22, 2006 08:26 PM