I went to visit Matthew at lunch today. He was crying when I showed up. Now, I am not one to be upset, because I showed up and he happened to be crying at that moment...but it did tug at my heart strings. I scooped him up, gave him his pacifier, and rocked him. Next thing I knew he was smiling and laughing.
Today, I am struggling with not seeing my baby. How was I so brave the first day that I dropped him off and went back to work? How was I so brave many nights before when I would go straight from work to school, not being able to see Matthew for 15 hour days? Maybe, it is because I am a little slow at work today and have more time to miss him. I have 7 more weeks of school and then my long days of being away from Matt will be over. 7 weeks seems so close, yet so far away. My baby is growing bigger and bigger each day, and it is hard not to think about all of the precious moments that I am missing. At least there is comfort in knowing that he is in good hands - Jeff takes such good care of him. I am very blessed to have such an amazing husband.