It's out there... and it's coming.

I'm going back to work on Tuesday.  I'm rejoining the real world.  I can't talk about it without crying.  I can't even think about it without crying.

These last few weeks have been the happiest of my life.  I'm just not ready for these weeks of spit up, diapers, and being screamed at multiple times a day to end.  I'm just starting to get to know him - even though I've known him longer than anyone else.  We haven't been seperated... ever.  How am I going to leave him behind for 9 hours?

He's growing - and changing - daily.  He's learning.  He's getting stronger.  He's developing.

We've got a good thing going.