I’m getting ready to take my first solo trip since I became a parent. Yes. It’s taken twelve years. Not because I haven’t wanted to, because I definitely have. But circumstances (distance, expense, lack of child care) previously made it impossible. I thought I’d be writing about how I wouldn’t miss the kids at all. I don’t consider myself a very sentimental person, nor am I so attached to my children that I can’t leave them ever. I think it’s healthy and normal to have time alone. In fact, I’ve always favored solitude (yet somehow live with 5 other people and a dog now…). But when I told my smallest about my travel plans and she pressed her warm body against mine and asked if she could go, I melted a little. Then I heard my eldest in the next room, cackling about something on tv. I remembered his laugh is my favorite. These are the small things that I will carry, they won’t take up any space in my bags, but in those quiet moments, I am sure they will occupy much in my heart.