The three best conversations I had all day on Wednesday:
- Upon finding Raelyn and our dog Lucy in the bed when I woke up (none of them were present when I went to sleep)
- Upon picking Raelyn up at daycare, where she had a meltdown
- Upon driving home and getting cut off by an idiot driver
Me: Why are you and Lucy in the bed?
Rae: Because we are.
Me: I’m here for you, Raelyn.
Rae: I want mommy to be here! I want you to go on a trip!
Me: Are you going to be a good driver when you grow up?
Rae: I’m staying little forever. I’m not growing up.
So it ran the full gamit today, folks. The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat; the dizzying highs and the terrifying lows.
And here I am past midnight, basking in the warm glow of the monitor and my own paternal pride (or that mix of emotions you get from being the only parent for a week).