An hour ago, I was cradling my son's head against my chest, as he, through some mysterious sixth sense that only babies have, had perceived something was wrong, and wouldn't stop crying.
Right now, I'm sitting at an airport. Alone.
I've said a lot of goodbyes over the last so many years, but never have I felt this way about a little blink of those big eyes. I've traveled quite a bit over the last so many years, but never have I immediately checked return tickets while in the cab towards the airport.
The silver lining... it's only a few weeks that we'll be apart. But it doesn't stop the terrible guilt that surges through me.
This won't be easy.
