I booked a flight. I’m spending the first night away from my baby.
My baby who is almost walking – definitely cruising. My baby who shared some of my Chipotle this evening. My baby who is almost – and will be by then – eight months old. This is good. I am excited. I’m going to wear beautiful shoes and carry a bag that does not in any way contain diapers and/or wipes.
This is going to be good.