This morning I stepped out onto the patio before waking up Ladybug for school. Jed left for some lucky place in Georgia early this morning and it was particularly quiet for seven am around here. I even left the dogs in their bed (and my bed) while I snapped this shot of the backyard.
Fast-forward ten minutes and I’m looking for a lost cowgirl boot, pouring milk over cereal and begging Ladybug to let me braid her hair while she turns her nose up at a vitamin shaped like Dino the dinosaur. Boone rubs his neck in some stinky backyard stuff and Sam is on repeat “taw, taw, taw”. He wants a straw for the milk in his cereal bowl. And then he asks for Daddy and things start to get a little sad.
He’s been to the front door and back to the bedroom a dozen times already. Looking in the closet and pulling back the comforter. Breaking my heart with every “no daddy”.
How do you explain “tomorrow” to a toddler?