“Look at all the people, daddy! Look at the airplane, daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy, we’re going to blast off!”
In fact, it was earlier this week that your sister, mother, you, and I returned from our unforgettable trip to California together.
From the “school bus” that I rode from the parking lot to the pizza concession where we shared a slice (you cheese, me pepperoni), every footstep and every terminal announcement remind me that I won’t be seeing you for another fourteen days.
All the old folks tell me, “cherish these precious days with your little ones; they’ll be grown before you know it.”
I’ll be counting the days, the hours, and the minutes until I’m reunited with you, sweet girl.
Wish me luck, wish me speed. And keep my heart safe for me here in Houston because I simply can’t take it with me…