31 months ago I began carrying my baby everywhere I went.  In my tummy.

22 months ago I began carrying my baby everywhere I went.  In my arms. 

4 months ago my baby began spending every Friday night with his daddy, away from mommy.  

Today my baby got on an airplane to Atlanta with his daddy.  4 days away from my baby.  

As any mom does the first time away from her baby, I cried at the airport.  And on the drive home.  And when I got home and saw all of his toys strewn across the living room floor.  And then I plugged through a day's work.  

Decision made:  enjoy my freedom to come and go as I please over the next four days.  It won't always feel good or necessarily be tear-free, but I am going to enjoy it, damn it!  I went for an incredible run at sunset, oh how I miss being able to go for a run without a stroller. For that moment, I was thankful for my freedom and that's what I'm holding onto.

Staying home and feeling sad isn't going to bring my baby home any sooner, so ... off I go to enjoy a non-mom night on the town!  :)