A New Lifestyle

Okay, I am now officially a "working mom" of two days. Wow, who could have forseen so many tears in a 48 hour time period. I think I could have filled the Atlantic with all that salt water. I know that she is going to be fine, and in my head I am fine too, but then my heart goes and reminds me how much I love that little girl. Leaving her for the first time felt like I walked out of the building with a vital organ still inside. Almost as if one lung was missing and I couldn't breath as well, or maybe one chamber of my heart sealed off so that it wouldn't beat in time. All day, every time I started to feel better, something would remind me of her and the watery eyes would start up again. But at the end of the day, leaving her felt as horrible as picking her up felt wonderful. I spent all evening just cuddling her sleeping-self and soaking up every bit of her wonderful babyness. When Tuesday morning came (too fast), I still had just enough warm fuzzy left in me to hold myself together long enough to leave her again. Hopefully over time the warm fuzzy feeling will get stronger and the leaving won't be quite so hard. Only 3 more days until Saturday, the warmest and fuzziest day of the week. Until then, we will trust in the Lord with all our hearts, leaning not on our own understanding, and He will direct our paths.