Last night was my very first night away from Ella. In the last eighteen months since her birth, there have only been a handful of nights when I haven't been home to put her to bed, but I've always been able to give her a kiss while she sleeps, and have been there to greet her in the morning. But not last night, and not tonight either.
I'm in Chicago for work, and while I'm thoroughly enjoying this trip, I admit that I sincerely miss my baby girl. I know that she is in good hands with my dad. He is absolutely wonderful with her, and she really seems to be enjoying her time with him. But I admit that I miss her.
We have one more presentation to do tomorrow afternoon, so our flight isn't until later in the evening, which means that Ella will be asleep by the time I get home tomorrow night. But at least I know that I will be able to wake up with her on Monday morning.
Today's blessing was a really successful day here in Chicago! We saw some great students, I ate a lot of great food, and I spent time with some great colleagues. Yes, I'm sad to be away from Ella, but it's also a blessing to be able to travel and do what I love, knowing that she's in good hands with my dad.