I only want to be with you

I am leaving soon for my business trip to France. Ugh. You would think I would excited and looking forward to hanging in Cannes. But if you thought that, you would be wrong.

I love my job. Hate the industry. Make sense?

I also hate saying goodbye to Alice for a week. Suckorama. It's always nice the first few days to feel free and actually get a whole bed to myself. But that quickly wears off. Soon I get a little weepy when people ask me "hey - how's your baby?" and then I have to say "she's two and a half - no longer a baby" and they say "the time goes by so fast" and I say "yah I have never heard that one before" and then we both launch into a litany of cliches and blah blah blah.

Can you tell I'm in a funk?

I had a cool moment the other day with Alice. I went in to say goodnight to her and she said "I only want to be with you, nobody else." And that melted my heart, because these days she prefers Daddy and actually tells me he is her best friend. Be still my jealous heart. So when she said those precious words to me, the 11 year in me glowed with pride. She likes me, she really likes me!

I am such a sucker.