Today your barnehage was closed for a planning day, and your daddy is still away working up north, so it was just you and me this morning. We played “muddy muddy” on the spare quilt on the floor in the den (which involves bunching up the quilt into a pile, flopping down on top of it, then wriggling around while shouting Muddy Muddy Muddy!), “sharky boat” on our bed (you saved me from the sharks – thanks!) and then we talked to Grandma on Skype. Auntie Amy dropped in to Grandma’s house towards the end of the call, and so you talked to Kevin for a bit, delighting in telling him at least nine times that you saw Sushi licking her bottom.

Then we went to your room to get dressed, and while we were playing around, me lying on my stomach on the floor, you jumped on my back and yelled, Get up, Pig! I wasn’t very impressed, even though I know you didn’t mean it the way older people mean it. It’s my own fault, I suppose, for telling you earlier in the week what a piggy back ride is.

Then, about five minutes ago, Farfar came to pick you up to take you to feed the ducks, so I can get some work done. You gave me such a look of betrayal when you saw him, because you knew it meant he was here to take you away. You always have a wonderful time there, but you find leaving home, especially when I’m here, really hard. It’s both lovely and heartbreaking at the same time. As the car pulled away, you looked out the window at me with your huge puppy eyes and trembling chin. I smiled, blew you a kiss and waved, calling out, I’ll see you soon! I love you!

Then I came inside, shut the door, and cried. I miss you already.