Tomorrow I’m going to Seattle by myself for the first time since I gave birth to Freya almost two years ago. I’m pretty excited. My plan is a little shopping, and going to see Moneyball. That’s another thing, seeing a movie in a theater by myself, I haven’t done that since we moved to WA, so like over four years ago. And Brian and I have only been to the movies together once since Freya was born. It’s been a long road. But I don’t rejoice at the chance to be away from my baby, I love all the time we’ve gotten to spend together. In fact, she has spent the majority of every single day of her entire life with one person: me. And tomorrow, we’ll be apart for four or five hours.

She will be with her daddy of course. They might go to Seattle, too, and I will think about her and probably fret a little. Can’t help it, it’s a big crowded place and she is just a little boo. I’ll insist she is in her stroller, and not permitted to walk on the sidewalk yet. I don’t think that’s unreasonable for a baby who isn’t even two and still falls down and can’t walk up and down steps yet. Being in a big mass of people is overwhelming enough as it is, why make it worse having to navigate amongst them with short and uncoordinated legs?

Yeah. So clearly I’ll be checking in a lot. Maybe I will sit in the back row at the movie so no one is bothered by the light of my phone? Though it’s more likely I’ll just sneak into the lobby a few times.