Steve was gone just 12 hours short of a week from Rylee and I. He bikes every year from La Crosse to Milwaukee. I think it's a crazy coo-coo idea but him and the two other gentlemen he rides with love it. They get to be all dude and just escape to the scenic roads/trails of WI.
While Steve was off gallivanting in dude land, Rylee and I chilled at home. Grandma came to visit the first couple days which was very nice but then it was only us. We managed. But I think she got sick of me. But I'd win her back with a trip to Culvers for supper or a snack at Cherry Berry. We did stay busy with friends and excursions but she did get a little sad each night. She'd be standing by the window at the very tops of her tippy toes barely peeking her head above the window constantly going Dadda? Dadda? Or we'd wake up from her nap or in the morning and point to daddy's picture on the wall... Dadda? Dadda?
These moments broke my heart and when I told Steve I know it broke his even more. Between that and walking for the first time without him here, I knew he was getting homesick and thought he'd never want to leave again. So I sent handful photos per day to help him feel like he was still apart of our daily routine. I think I took more pictures this last week than I did the previous few months!
But it was a great week and Rylee and I discussed it and we'll let him leave again if he wants to and unfortunately he does. But we decided next time we are going on our own mini vacation.
It's only fair right?
He even missed her first shiner.
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