My baby will turn two on Sunday...and I won't be home to celebrate with her.
My husband's grandmother passed away over the weekend, and he would like for me to go with him to Montana for the service on Saturday morning. When we got the call, my parents were already on their way down to spend a week with us, and I wasn't about to take Ella away from there. I also wasn't too excited about the thought of a two hour drive, three hour flight, three hour drive to get to his parents' house--especially when we would have pay for her return flight on Sunday, which happens to be her birthday. So it was decided that my husband and I would go (he actually already had a plane ticket purchased so that he could go to his friend's wedding that night), and leave Ella home with my parents.
We'll celebrate her birthday a couple of days early tomorrow before our flight, and I know that she doesn't understand that her birthday is actually Sunday (in fact, if anything, I think that she thinks that this whole entire month is her birthday--at the rate that she has been asking me to sing "Happy Birthday" to her), but it still makes me sad that I won't be here to truly celebrate with her on her actual birthday. Our flight gets in at 8:00 pm, but we'll have a two hour drive back, so she'll definitely be asleep by the time we get home, but you better believe that I'm going to pick up my big two-year-old for some middle-of-the-night birthday snuggles as soon as I can.
Today's blessing is having my parents in town to visit and help out. Ella clearly adores them and is having so much fun with them. We only get to see each other three or four times a year, so it's so great to be able to have this quality time with them.