I was up at around 2 AM this morning when I realised that today is my daughter's first birthday. 3:16 AM, in fact. I remember the time very clearly... I felt that looking at the clock would help get me through it, make the pain end quicker. As I recall, this was not the case, as time and pain dragged on for an eternity.
I was afraid I was going to miss the big day, due to her being out in Colorado with her father. I was surprised though. The two of them road tripped across the country just to see me on this day, and they arrived at around noon. I guess that's why I had such a hard time getting in touch with them over the past few days.
It was good to see my precious little angel again after a few weeks of being without her. It was good seeing her father, too. Again, even though we see each other often online through video chats, I can't help but be overwhelmed with emotion when we're together in person these days. It's like a flashback to the better times in my life...
Anyways, before I start rambling, I should probably be getting back to the celebration (or lack thereof!). I'm just happy that the two of them will be moving back in with me now that the winter season is more or less over. He doesn't have to watch over his ski lodge out in the mountains anymore... he can finally be home with me.
...and the fat sacks of cash he's been raking in from managing that place.