Growing

As we were getting ready for bed, my daughter picked up my phone off the bed, looked at me while holding it up, and asked, “Dada?” with the intonation of making a request.

It was super sweet and totally adorable. But also slightly heartbreaking, because he will be flying another hour or so, so we probably won’t be able to talk to him before she goes to sleep. Or before I go to sleep. But I still love that she knows that the phone is a way to talk with Dada while he’s at work, and that she knows to ask to talk with him. She’s been asking about him a lot this week, and I always tell her that he’s at work. Tonight was the first she’s asked specifically to call him.

Yesterday or the day before, she asked me about him and we had this little exchange (Yes, it was Monday.):

“Dada?”

“Dada’s at work.”

“Wo’..?”

“Yup. Work. Dada’s at work.”

[pause]

“I wa’ go wo’…”

Heart melting.

I love my daughter. And we both miss my husband so much…

God, guide us, please, and keep my husband and our daughter and me safe and well and together. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2026