|Lake where retreat was held (outside Topeka, KS)|
Well, I did it.
I survived my first time away from my daughter. For three and a half days, I had no diapers to change, no whole milk to pour, and no middle of the night tears (except those from laughter over things that only writers can find funny at 2 a.m.).
I had a blast, but I missed her like crazy. While I was on my writer’s retreat, Liv had a terrible cold, complete with cough and Rudolph-esque nose. It pained me that I wasn’t there to wipe her nose, rub her back, and cuddle her to sleep.
Thank God for her amazing father who was Super Dad while momma was gone.
When Livvy gave me a snot-nosed hug when I got home, I didn’t mind that her little boogers got on my shirt. We both survived. It won’t be the last time I get out of town, and I am pretty proud that I made it through the first round.