My daughter and the baby have been here since Friday … and won’t be heading home until July 13. A week ago, eighteen days seemed like a long time. This morning, I’ve been fighting tears because there are only two weeks left.
It was hard enough when it was just my daughter living two hours away. But now there’s this beautiful baby I want to spend every moment I can with. It doesn’t matter whether I’m making a total fool out of myself trying to coax smiles from her, or sitting here cuddling her … or even just watching her sleep. Like Aerosmith sings, I don’t want to miss a thing.
But there’s that rotten hundred and twenty miles between us and so I miss a lot.
Yeah, I know. I have it a lot better than people whose loved ones live a country or an ocean away. Two hours isn’t that far – but it’s not a ten or fifteen minute drive either. I can’t just ‘drop in’ for a visit. I have to plan for at least a full day … if I want to spend more time with them than I do on the road.
And trust me, I do. I want to spend every second possible with them – especially with the baby though. Right now, things change so fast between visits.
She’s been gaining almost two pounds between visits. From birth until my trip down the end of May, she went from slightly over six and a half pounds to eight and a half pounds. Now she’s over ten. Outfits she was swimming in the month before fit her well now. Smiles that were hit and miss accidental kinds of smiles are now very deliberate. I know if I make a face or noise she likes, she’s going to grin from ear-to-ear.
Grins I’ll only get to see in photos my daughter sends every day between the too infrequent visits.
So you know what? The book is going to wait. If I finish the final editing and get it out before the thirteenth, I’ll do it. And I will try to have it out by the end of the week. But if I don’t, I’m not going to sweat it.
Aria has been sleeping beside me in her Rock ‘n Play while I’ve been writing this. I’ve looked at her probably a hundred times in the past hour wondering for every sweet smile I see while she’s dreaming – how many did I miss?
Now she’s awake and letting me know it’s time for a diaper, which isn’t such a sweet part about having a baby in the house, but I’d rather deal with that than have her mom deal with it two hours away. Okay, so maybe I’ll wake my daughter up and let her deal with it…
Anyway… I’m going to spend every second I can with my granddaughter. Three’s only 317 hours and a handful of minutes left until they go home.
Yeah. Thank God for Aria. 🙂