First Week Back to Work

Tuesday was my first day back to work...my maternity leave is officially over. *sigh* It really feels like I never left; my co-workers have made me feel very welcome again and it has been great talking, catching up, and laughing together. I needed the grown-up time. It is sad, however, to think that I'll never have those days with Evan back again. I suppose it's the same principle as watching your children grow up. (Or so I've heard.) It's bittersweet. Your child will only go to school for the first time once. He or she will only start driving once, or graduate from high school once. You know, all the milestones. I do miss the little honey pie, that's for sure. I think being a working mother has made me "live for the weekend" more than ever before.

Something very heart-warming happened when I picked Evaneezer up on Wednesday that eased the sting a little for me. I walked in and leaned over his bed, he made eye contact with me, and then grinned this grin that to me was bigger than the sunrise, and giggled. He knew his Mommy and was so happy to see her and I was elated! I think I'll be able to live off that for weeks. What a special moment. I don't love him much, do I? I'm wrapped around his little finger. I hope I'll be able to discipline him someday, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. He does, after all, have a Daddy. (Who adores him also, he just doesn't gush like I do. I'm entitled...I carried the little booger around for nine months, shared my food with him, got fat, and all the other fun stuff.) I can't resist posting another photo (or two) of my little guy. I'm so sappy.