I lay with you tonight, until you stopped talking and your breathing slowed. You were in my bed, Daddy had to go back to Alberta to shoot a wedding and so it's just us girls hanging out for the weekend.
You were wearing your 'workout jammies', a pair of sweats that you wear when you work out with me. You took your long sleeved pink tee off because you were just too hot.
You flipped and flopped all over the bed. It's been a big day. It's been a big month and a half, so many changes and I forget sometimes that you're only two.
We took Daddy to the airport and you wanted to go to. So badly. There were tears in the car. Yours, mine and Khaira's.
I think somehow you see the airport as a magic portal. Like, if we just all step through the revolving doors life will resume normalcy again.
It's hard, baby girl. I know, I understand. It's hard for me too.
It's why we relax a little bit on some things, and why we maintain our family traditions. Reading the same books at bedtime, having special foods, and singing songs that we like and have always liked.
We shared a bowl of popcorn tonight, actually it was a cake pan because we don't have our bowls with us yet. We watched a little movie, you, me and Khaira. We munched on carrot sticks and snuggled through the scenes of the screen. Khaira fell asleep quickly. You needed a little more time to unwind, you take in so much of what goes on around you. We talk about baby horses and jammies, about coloring and the swings at the park. You stroke my hair and share your blanket with me. You ask me if I'm cozy, I memorize this moment with you.
It takes all evening for you to fall asleep and that's okay.
Your breathing slows and you barely stir when I move back to your own bed. My own breathing slows and I feel peace.