Tears.

We are still in Denver, but we are packed and loaded and just waiting for the shuttle to arrive to take us to the airport, where I'm just praying Jaxon will sleep on the flight home. Please Lord.

Tyler left for work this morning, and just like last time, we had a couple of good cries and promises to see each other again soon. Had a great time here. Lots of new memories made and learned how to appreciate our time together even more. As Tyler left and his car pulled out of the parking lot, Jaxon started whining, then kicking his legs and eventually tore out of my arms. He ran towards Tyler's car and was screaming "Dad-deeeee!!! Dad-deeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"

He didn't do that any other morning while we were here as Tyler would leave. He definitely knows something is going on. My poor, poor baby.

So what did I do... I broke down and cried with him. Because my heart breaks, just like his does, when we have to say goodbye to "Dad-dee". Life is not fair. But it's life, and we'll get through.

Goodbyes do not get easier, just in case you were wondering.