First day.

Whether you work in the home, out of the home, or both, it's my opinion that every mother is a working mother. Like the Army, it's the toughest job you will ever love.

First day of work and day care photo.

And, this working mother loves her new job. And, my kiddo loves her new daycare. She was happy as a clam today. All my worries about her being sad and abandoned were unfounded.

She didn't even seem to notice we were not around. Which makes me mostly happy, but a touch sad. I thought being a mother was the one role that was not replaceable. But, I would prefer it this way a million times over. My ego being wounded is way better than my kid's sense of security being wounded.

I missed her more than the moon, but thankfully there is so much to learn and do that I will be plenty busy. It will keep my mind occupied, which will be a help. I am honestly overwhelmed by what a truly supreme job it is. I am amazed, really.

Morning time kisses.

There is so much more excitement to come. But, for now, I must find my bed.

Thanks to everyone who lent their kindness and support through this whole process. It means so much to us. I wish my arms were longer. I would give you a hug.