4:45am and I’m prepping my coffee. Three-and-a-half year old Penelope staggers into the kitchen, rosy-cheeked and sleepy-eyed.
“I’ll miss you, Mommy,” she slurs as she stretches out her arms for a hug. “Will you call us? And do Face Time?”
Fred, Cecilia and Penelope took off for the Heart of the Valley early this morning. On their agenda: 1) Eat amazing Thai food in Portland. 2) Visit with Fred’s family. 3) Meet the newest member of the family: baby cousin Tristan. 4) Try to stay warm and dry while romping around in Corvallis in the middle of a cold, wet Pacific Northwest winter.
They’ll be gone for a full week, and while I will admit that I look forward to some quiet, selfish time at home, I already miss my family. Fred, Cecilia and Penelope are my sunshine, and I’m a worrywart. Worst-case scenarios play out in my head constantly, and they will continue to do so until they arrive safe and sound at home on Saturday.
So what do I do to help soothe my initial emotions of sadness and anxiety? I hit the trail, of course, for over 2 hours of what I call “my therapy.”