We returned from our week in Maine last night having left Annabel with her grandmother for another five days of fun in the sun.
Figures: Halfway home it started to rain.
The hugeness of leaving my baby for a week really crept up on me.
Even though we've talked to her no less than five times in the last eight hours, it just feels weird without her here.
Kinda like that how it feels when you loose a tooth and your tongue keeps finding the empty socket where your tooth had been.
Which Annabel told us all about this morning.
The tooth - a big, front one - fell out right before swim class.
Thanks to her uncle Dobbs for photo documentation!