And so, once again, I’m about to head off on a long trip. Eleven days this time—no wife, no baby. It’s hard to say if it was like this last time—that was back in, what, October or November—but I guess I’m kind of sad. When Sasha was just a little pre-sentient nugget, I knew she’d hardly even notice I was away.
Now, though, I was just getting into the habit of picking her up from day care, and hearing her say “Daddy” and all that stuff that I hate getting all emotional about. (Almost crying, almost crying!) And today, I’ve just heard from Jean, Sasha burst into tears at day care when Jean tried to leave. I guess this is how it’s going to go, easy partings balanced by crushing ones.
Let’s just hope the scales are re-tipped in my favor when I return—melancholy good-byes are sometimes worth it for ecstatic reunions.