Two nights away from my little guy and two more to go.
I talk to him everyday via FaceTime. He's 2.5 years old so he doesn't get the Internet or Denver, but it's wonderful for me to see him doing well. He looked into my face on the small screen and asked, "Where are your feet?" He must have asked me 30 times in one phone call, "Mommy, are you here?
I don't know how parents who travel do this. I watch my cell phone like hawk when pickup happens. When I wake up, I immediately check to see a photo of him being taken to daycare.
Don't let me lie to you. I am enjoying myself. I sleep in a bed without a baby monitor through the night. I venture down into the gym in the morning without worry about a little one crying out for me while I run. I come back to my room at night and can work non-stop without my toddler trying to type on my computer. My showers are long. I can leisurely lounge in my bed, read and enjoy the Rocky Mountain skyline. Yeah, it's great..
Saturday night, I get to put my arms around him in the airport, cuddle him and smell his hair. He may not even notice me with all of the planes. It doesn't matter. I am ready to see him.