The Family Unit

I am pleased to report that we are spending Thanksgiving this year up in Vermont. Adam took Gus up there early Saturday. They were on a plane by the time I was wrapping up my shift at work. I was worried to death about how Gus would do, feeling a little bad that Adam would be dealing with a potentially squirmy 1-year old without any help. But, as usual, my worries were completely without merit and Gus was a total champ. To Adam's credit, he wasn't even remotely concerned about how the trip would go. (Daddies. Different than Mommies.)

So, I've had the last 3 days to myself. It was pretty glorious, but every moment of enjoyment was coupled with the thought, "I wonder what Gus and Adam are up to!" I can't help but think that I just missed 3 days of his life. Depending on how you look at it (I look at it from an every-day-is-precious standpoint), that's a lot of missed time. But don't think I moped around pining after my baby. I did enjoy the quiet and the ability to lounge and read and eat in peace.

This little baby holiday just reinforced to me how much we really are a family unit now. Even though Adam and I have retained a healthy amount of our independent selves since having Gus, the 3 of us are one functional being, and something just feels incomplete when we are separated.

So you can imagine I'm pretty excited to be getting on a plane in a few hours to rejoin them. Going to Vermont is always such a special thing. I love seeing Adam on his home turf. In case I don't blog again this week, hope y'all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!