It feels very strange. Mark and I are alone in the house. And it is silent. Odd. I can hear the hum of the silver Frigidaire as well as the see the images on the muted tv. But there is no baby in the napper, pack and play, or on the couch. She's with her Mo and Mel, at one of their friend's house. They took her so we could have some alone time and I will admit, that letting someone else drive, who is other than Mark or myself, is really, really, odd, strange, and a bit disconcerting. Showing Mo how to get the car seat in and out of the base. Showing Mel what's in the diaper bag, trying to delay their leaving, so I can hold onto Lilly Rose for as long as I can.
It's out of my control, is what it is, I can't physically keep her safe. I don't like it but I need to get used to it, as she will be driving with others, like her aunts, uncles, JJ and Grandpa David, all fine drivers, but they aren't Mark or myself. Letting go. It sucks.
But on the bright side, we are in a quiet house. We can eat an uninterrupted meal. We can talk. We can be together.
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