I’m not counting the days. That would be too hard.
I know it’s coming. I know it’s a natural and right thing to happen. I know it’s age- and developmentally-appropriate. I know I’ll still get to see them all the time.
But it’s gonna kill me.
I’ll get over it. But it will kill me.
I just keep thinking about the summer. The summer of O’Baby and Bubba. The swim lessons. The playgrounds, the zoo, the walks and bike rides.
This is what gets me through.
Summer can’t come soon enough.