I was in NYC for a couple of days (um, for the record, they are NOT wearing shorts there like I have been doing here in Louisiana) and while I had a blast, I missed my family! Hubby said that Little AG stood by our bedroom door and called out for Mommy over and over again. Talk about break my heart! However, the time away for me was good in a sense – I have rarely spent more than 6 hours away from her in her in 2 years, and it was nice to have some time to regroup. Naturally, I didn’t sleep as well as I could have — there was no monitor to check, no sounds of “mommy” to listen for — it was peaceful and difficult all at once, if you know what I mean.

Last night as I was walking out of the terminal I spy this sweet little girl with fair skin, big blue eyes, and an adorable pink hat pulled down over her unruly blonde ringlets and my heart just swelled with love. The little girl was saying “Mommy, mommy!” over and over again. I walked over to her, pulled her in and gave her a huge hug and a kiss, affectionately ruffling her hair in the back. Thankfully, her father didn’t seem to mind.

I swear she’s grown taller since I was gone. Flying solo for a few days was great, but it’s good to be home.