Another Airport Day

I decided that we have "airport days" around our household. There are two kinds--the happy kind, like when Tom returns from a 17 day trip. Then there's the depressing kind--like today, when Tom headed out for at least 17 days. I usually get back into the swing of single-motherhood after a day or two, but the first night is pretty depressing.

I nearly teared up when we drove away from the airport--my little rascal, with his thumb in his mouth and blankey in hand, said in a sweet little voice from the back seat, "Bye-bye Da-Da." At least a little retail therapy with Aunt Shari proved helpful!