I took these photos when we visited this place on our mad tour last week of fabulous fall sights in this fair city. I can’t even bear to look at the photos of her staring up into that cloudless blue sky from her stroller while sitting at my desk on this first day back at work. I miss her terribly, just as I miss her sister each morning when I drop her off at her first grade classroom. The difference is that her sister’s world is so much bigger – full of friends and teachers and books and experiments and recess – and she has the words to tell me about all of her day’s adventures when we are back together again. The baby’s world is just me (with a fair share of dad and sis and other family, of course) but mostly me on these mornings of wandering and watching. I know that her world will grow as well, and one day she’ll be able to share with me the new things she’s discovered or learned, but until we bridge that gap I’m disoriented, withdrawn, and mostly just sad, and I long for our Fridays together before Monday has even started and wonder how I will ever be able to think of that crooked little smile without feeling my heart break into two.