My little girl,
Papa got a new job in Seattle. This is our chance to leave Texas, something we've been wanting and trying to do for a long time. Papa left yesterday on a 3.5 day drive, his car packed with essentials. He is sad to be apart from us, and laments that he'll miss out on your growth and on the fun - flying you like an airplane on his long legs, watching you get excited while viewing Dora, chasing you around the house as you yell "I'm running naked," practicing the alphabet with you in the bathtub, and the list is long.
All other life form is staying behind - you and I, Alcatraz, and the plants. I'm looking for ways to join papa without having to quit my job. At some point we'll just go, with or without a job, and be all together again. Until then, it will be challenging for us all.
On the way home from daycare yesterday, we got stuck at every possible red light. It had been a long day. I was tired, not feeling well, and I was sad with papa gone, and still feeling the effects of surgery. At one of the lights I turned around and said "I love Zoe." Your unexpected reply "I love mamma" made up for everything. Of all the good things that happened to us, you are the best of them all.
And in fact, many good things happened to us this year. Only a year a go we were living on the creepy East side, concerned about income and expenses, and the future looked bleak. Then I got a good job, we moved to a nice neighborhood, papa found an exciting job in a beautiful city... Too bad things can't be perfect. But we'll get over this and be all together.
Love,
Mommy
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