Another First

This past week was my first time away from my son.  I went to Dallas for work, and although it was only for 3 days/2 nights, I couldn't wait to get home and see my boys (both baby and daddy).  It was hard to be away... every time I saw a child I thought of my son.  Every time I heard a child cry, laugh, coo, make any sort of baby-like noise, I missed him more. 

It was also a little weird not having to change diapers, clean bottles, prepare baby food, etc.  I was actually able to take long showers and could take my time getting ready.  I ate meals while they were still hot!  I enjoyed adult conversations with my boss and co-workers over lunch/cocktails/dinner/more cocktails.  Good times. 

As I sit here and type this, with my son in my lap fast asleep, I wonder how I'm going to handle being away from him for a whole week next month?  He's almost walking - will I miss his first steps?  He's "talking" a lot now too, might I miss his first real word? 

I must remind myself of all the things that I should be thankful for and be positive.  Easier said than done, but alas I must try!