The longest amount of time spent with you is in the evening when I come home from work. You are usually in your most worn out state of the day. Still in good spirits, bunny ears on your head, sand in your fingers or paint on your hands. You've been creative and active and an explorer. You are happy to see me, and sometimes we have a meal together, other times not. I work pretty late for an office job, get home 7ish and usually I have, what I call, a lead curtain behind my eyes. A heaviness that pulls from behind my eyes - not to close the lids, but literally a tugging at the core of my exhaustion. I should go to bed sooner. I push through this and we have a bit of time to play before a bath, books and lights out.

You brought all your smurfs to the bath. There was a cheap fakey slinky too. You played it like an accordian and sang the "blue wagon" song in Russian. My parents have been teaching you Russian while you've stayed with them. I need to speak with you more in Russian, мая красавитса.

After the bath we read some books and turned the lights out. You were pretty tired. I gave you a little foot massage curled up at the bottom of the bed, while Mom lie with you. You were out in no time.

Tomorrow, you're flying to see Nani in DC. You help my face close to yours and squeezing me tight, you leaned in and gave me kiss and said, "I'm gonna miss you Papa."

Love you Sylvie. Safe travels.