It’s the last magical weekday before I return to week. Daddy’s brother went back to Toronto today. Daddy is back at work. Mommy and Zoya have one more afternoon togegher. In truth, we have the next two weekend days and the following two days, since my first two days back are half days. But somehow it feels like the end. I’ve already missed these days, since we gave been traveling in Texas or hanging out with Daddy’s brother the last two weeks. Baby sleeps so much better on Mommy or Daddy’s chest. I hope she will get chest time with Daddy once mommy is back at work.
I keep trying to remember that this is not the end, it’s just a new stage. Baby will still be there when I come home every day. I’ll still get her nurse her in the morning before I go to work. I’ll still get to sleep in Daddy’s arms.
Maybe in a tiny way it will be even better. It will be a return to my normal life, with the awesomeness of having Baby. Getting up with be better because I’ll get to hold the smiley baby. Coming home will be better. And occasionally I’ll get to have lunch with Daddy and Baby. I’ll miss being with her all the time, but her time with Daddy will be so special and my time will be even more precious.
At least that is what I tell myself to keep from crying.
God Provides for Us 
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