Where Dad Go?

Almost 2 weeks ago, Gwendolyn and I drove David to the airport in Panama City. It's been David's first real separation from the Wren since she was born. We were worried about how she would take it, especially since she slept through the actual leave taking.


She has been asking "Where Dad go?" but she's heard the answer so many times now that she's started telling random people she meets: "Dad airplane. Uncle Rob. Grandpa John." Which does sum it up. She also keeps looking for Dad in my computer, even though we've only been able to successfully skype once. A few more days, Sweet Pea, then Dad Home!