So I haven't been a very good blogger the past few days. Yesterday was another airport day. Not the fun kind, where we pick Tom up and know he'll be home for two weeks. Nope, this was the bummer kind.
This time we pulled up to Terminal 2 (rather than Terminal 4), Tom gathered his luggage, gave us hugs and kisses, and off he went again. Tommy still doesn't understand the whole concept that Dad will be gone for a while. As we pulled away, his left thumb was in his mouth, his right hand clutched blankey, and he repeated over and over, "Bye-bye Daddy, love you." (Actually sounds more like "bye-bye Da-ee, wuv u," but you get the idea. The little rascal nearly breaks my heart sometimes.
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