Some days are worse than others, and today’s one of the bad ones.
Honsetly, I don’t always miss her that much when I come to work. Most days, after I give her a squeeze and a kiss and leave the house for work, my thoughts of her throughout the day are simply musings about what kinds of activities she’s doing at daycare: What she’s eating; if she’s running around outside; what she’s having for lunch. Ava’s still in my thoughts, but there’s not that longing to hold her and see her face.
But on days like today, even though I gave her the usual farewell this morning, I really miss seeing her. I miss being there when she does her little wave goodbye and says, “bye bye!” I miss the way she runs up and down the sidewalk in her stilted gait as she smiles and squeaks and throws her hands in the air. I miss the way she squats down real low and points to a bug on the driveway, or how she says, “Hi, dog!” to every dog that walks past the house. I miss the way she earnestly and very deliberately grabs her drinking glass to take a sip of juice.
I wonder if Ava’s sitting at home right now wondering what I’m doing and missing me as much as I miss her.