Dear Reese,
I am in Boulder. You are with MorMor and Cappi. This morning I helped you in your carseat — your new one for the first time, bigger and that stays in the car. You look happier to be in it than the “bucket” seat (that’s what my cousins call the infant one that I’ve been carrying around for the past year).
You tell me “bye”, when I prompt you, and wave. And I turn away and scrunch my face up for a quick cry as I go to get my suitcase and get on my way.
Tonight we FaceTime and you’re a little perplexed. You grab at the screen and try to hug me. I try to hug you too. You blow a few kisses. You’re a little upset. Maybe because I’m not there. Maybe because it’s almost dinner time and you’re hungry. MorMor and Cappi are making you Mac & Cheese. This week is basically summer camp with them.
The hotel I’m in, Hotel Boulderado, is beautiful and historic and supposedly a little bit haunted. The furniture is Victorian, but I think I’m a newer wing. Plus I have a suite, a separate bedroom and sitting area. When I look out the window, I can see the mountains.
Love,
Mama