Ryan and I left our little babe for the first time while we celebrated Ryan's sister's wedding in Las Vegas (more on that later). We left small Paul Friday morning. I handed him over to my mom and cried. And then cried all the way to the airport. Ryan did not cry but said his heart hurt. When we got to the airport I promptly had 3 beers to numb the pain (I also sent a text message to 4 of my girlfriends to report I was sobbing in the car. Sarah, Terry, Maureen, and Diz all told me to have a drink ASAP. I do what I'm told). When we finally got home on Sunday I was so excited to see this little face
As you can see he was having a miserable time at his grandparent's house.
I have to go back to work in exactly 15 days. Now my heart hurts.