Forget

            They’re home!

            When I picked them up at the airport it was way after Celia’s bedtime, and she was in a daze. She’d grown two-weeks’ worth, I could tell from her long hair. I grinned, but she didn’t seem overly excited to see me.

            I picked her up awkwardly. Something felt tremendously different than the way I remembered it. Holding her used to feel a whole lot more “natural”. I looked at the little girl in my arms, the one who seemed different than the one I knew a month ago, and I thought, “That’s right. I’m a father.”

            It was like two weeks had made us all forget it.