tomorrow morning eliana and i brave the big bad world of travel, once again. i'm feeling way less anxious about the whole thing. that's how it seems to be in my new world with the little one. i freak out before the first time i try anything new with her and by the second go around, i'm way more confident and at ease. while we are both incredibly excited to get home and see dad, we'll miss our sunny times at gran's pad. i think we'll be most nostalgic for the mornings. eliana wakes and needs to eat around seven a.m. after that first feed, she is all smiles and charm, so thrilled to meet a new day and take in the sights and sounds of la vida. it's then that gran comes in and brings me breakfast (her famous "scrambly screw") and then hangs with the two of us on the bed. eliana gurgles and giggles, flashes her sultry dimples and bats her ever-so-lengthy lashes. watching my mom share these moments of brilliance with the little one always makes it all feel worthwhile. it's bittersweet to be returning, to know the loss that my mom will feel when she wakes on monday to an empty house. at the same time, i know that she is happy for our little life in the mountains and sees that, somewhere along the line, that became our home.
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