Dear Baby Badass,
Today marks the third day I have gone without seeing you. Your daycare provider took this past week off for Christmas vacation (which they totally deserve), and with our jobs not permitting us to also take the week off, you've spent the past couple of days with your grandparents. At eight months old, this is the first time we've been away from you for more than 18 hours.
I wasn't sure how it'd be, with you being away for a few days. I knew it would be difficult, but I didn't expect it to hurt so much. When I woke up during the night these past few nights I've gone into your room to check on you, as I always do, the absence of your little snores scared me at first, but when I remembered where you were, the pain of missing you stung my heart. When I came home from work yesterday after a particularly rough day, all I wanted was to spend some time with you nestled into my shoulder and it pained me to know I could not.
From the moment you were born I've known that there was going to be times where I would have to let you go. When you take your first steps, ride your first bike, or when take off with the car for the first time on your own. There's your first boyfriend, your move out to college, and walking you down the aisle. I didn't think that having you stay with my parents for a few days would require much by way of letting go, but believe me when I say that it has.
The past few days have been a learning experience, something that I'll add to the list of things that I've come to realize upon becoming your father. That list is surprisingly long, and ever growing.
Your mother is picking you up tonight, and you'll be waiting for me when I get home from work. I cannot wait to see you, to feel my heart swell when you smile at me, and to hold you close. I just need to remind myself that letting go can be a good thing, as long as I always get you back in the end.
I love you, my child, so incredibly much.