Eleanor, here, is sporting the sleeve of fabric that goes over one of the arms of a chair in our living room. She looks like the Grand Wizard of impish behavior here and, man, I miss that kid when she's away at daycare. It's like a corkscrew in my heart...whenever we're apart. Janelle & I have been worrying about her. We worry about separation anxiety, and we worry about her missing us and wondering where we are. "Your worry and sadness is normal," we've been assured by various Experts Who Know, which is kinda sorta reassuring (okay, well not at all really). Neither does it take the sting out of it. I miss my imp and can't nobody make that fact of existence go away.
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