You are 8 months old already. I can't believe how fast the time is going. It seems like just yesterday I was pregnant and you were just a far away dream. I look at you every day and still wonder if this is all really happening.
Today was your first day at your new daycare. It was hard for me to leave you, but I have been working on it. I held my breath and kept the tears at bay as I put you in her arms. I smiled and waved goodbye but my heart ached. Time crawled the rest of the morning until I was finally able to go and pick you up. I walked in the door and saw you surrounded by other little ones playing contently with the biggest smile on your little face. Things are going to be okay.