I spent my third night ever away from Bryson this weekend. He stayed with his great-grandmother (my Gangan) and once again, I sobbed as they drove away. So my question is: when will I get over this? I only cry for a good twenty minutes or so and then I put my head on again and I’m okay. I needed the break, but I still cried my eyes out. My sweet husband consoled me while trying not to laugh at me for being a basket case.
Anyways, Bry and Gangan had a wonderful time. I think it may have just made her year. I believe everyone in our county and all adjoining counties knows that she got to keep her great-grandson Saturday night. You could not wipe the smile off of her face and I was glad to see it.
As for me, I completely enjoyed my break. I only wish I hadn’t been so eager to get my little boy today, so I could have cleaned house. Instead, I slept in after a late night with friends. I puttered around for about an hour this morning and I couldn’t take it any longer, so I went to pick him up. I look forward to more nights like last night. I missed the little one, but it put a spring back into my step that I had long lost.