Taking Off
Casey and I are preparing for our first major trip without Kenny. We will be gone for four full days. I am sick in my stomach just thinking about it. Though I know that I will be fine and he will be fine, I feel as if I am scheduling an elective amputation of my right arm.
Kenny and I are together all the time. I can’t even imagine four days without his little face, his little voice and his endless questions and laughter. I know, I know… this had to happen sooner or later, and he’s two! But it doens’t stop the anxiety.
We’re going to take the advice we got from Milaka and have a little something for him to open every day that we’re gone. I’m also going to tape up four pages on his wall with pictures of the days, so he can count the time until we’re back.
He’s going to be FINE, I know. It’s me I’m worried about!!
