Almost...

Yesterday we dropped Michele off at the airport... Alex cried. She is in Dallas visiting her friend Jen and her three little ones Hudson, Zoe, & Levi (a baby who is the apple of Alex's eye). The crying didn't last long, and she eventually fell sound asleep in her carseat... but it was still heartbreaking.

Alexandra and I spend a fair bit of time on our own. I work from home a couple days a week and we are mostly alone on those days. She'll occaisonally ask about Mama, but a quick "Mama's at work" seems to satisfy her. But, since we dropped Michele at the curb, we have had some variation of the following conversation at least once every ten minutes:

Mama?
Mama's in Texas.
Baby?
Yes, she is visiting Levi.
Lee-Lye!!!!
Yes, Levi.
Home?
She'll be home Sunday.
Almost?
Yes baby, almost.

I'm not sure how she senses the difference between this absence and the norm, but it was the first thing she said again this morning.

Almost baby, almost.