I've been at work now for three and a half weeks. It's good. I love my job, and it is a pretty busy time right now as we move into summer time. As you will learn, summer is the busiest time of year for me. I come home every day exhausted. But I also come home every day feeling like I've made a difference. I see hundreds of children, and share fun and reading with them. I feel like I have a purpose and am a succesful professional during the summer.
At first, it was good to be at the office, with grownups, being in 'my space'. As time goes on and every day, you get a little bigger, (12 pounds at your 2 month checkup, 24 inches), you get a little more interactive, a little more giggly, I get a little sadder about leaving you. I want to sit and hold you in the morning, I don't want to pop you into a car seat and drive you through traffic to Meme's house. She loves you sooo much and has so much fun with you. I couldn't be happier with where you spend your time. Leaving you for 11 hours a day is sucky. What I have to know, is that it really isn't sucky for you. But it is for me. How can I leave this face?