Yesterday was really hard. I mean, REALLY REALLY hard. I'd never taken you to the airport when your dad has been mobilized. I never wanted you to see him actually leave, so I've always taken him by myself. We asked you if you felt like you were ready to go to the airport and you said you were. This was definitely a test for us all.
You did great the entire day; we spent it eating breakfast at IHOP and doing some work at the new house. We went home and you and dad watched a little TV. When the moment came to head to the airport you were so excited to help with luggage and were even more excited when we got to go back to the gate with dad. After having an early dinner it was time for your dad to head to his terminal to board.
Baby, let me just tell you, my heart broke for you. I've been here before, more times than I'd like to admit. I know the anxiety you get knowing that "that" hug is coming, and that you'll have to say goodbye. Up until now you've only known the anticipation of waiting for him to get home, and I was so scared that you weren't ready for it.
At this moment, I just wanted to take it all back and not have to go through with this. I held you in my arms and wished I could make this all go away for you. We went back to the car and both had a good cry. Then we wiped each others tears, and pinkie promised that we'd get through this together. We will get through this together. I promise. If I get cranky and don't want to do anything, please remind me of the pinkie promise I made to you. Dad is 8 hours ahead so our schedules are totally not in sync, but we're gonna figure out a way to make it work.
I hope that you realize that this is all for you. It make not seem like it right now, but believe me when I tell you that this is all for you and your sister. You are at the center of our universe, and reason for every decision we make.
...on a little highnote, you guys got to FaceTime dad for the first time. All 3 of you were over the moon.
