As I sit here on my flight back to Cleveland after a long weekend in Vegas, all I can think about is Eloise. How all I wanted was to take her with me. How lonely this trip felt.
I wanted to buy her those stupid onesies about Vegas. I wanted to show her Mommy and Daddy's old apartment and the beautiful views we had. I wanted her to meet our friends and play with the girls I have been lucky enough to watch grow.
I haven't had a "bad day" like this one in awhile (ok, like week and a half). Not that other days are easy, but all I can feel is her absence. And crying on a plane, by myself, is not what I had in mind.
The last time Joel and I were in Vegas together was when we started telling people a baby was on the way. We drove out to the dry lake bed that we would take Achilles to, and took some photos to post on FB once we were ready.
And now I have no baby to take pictures of in that same dry lake bed. No baby to carry down the strip to see our favorite places. No baby to take to our old apartment. No baby to introduce to our friends and watch the kids play together.
I cannot wait to climb in bed, snuggle my Ellie Bear, and be in Eloise's home.
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