Confession

It's been almost 7 months since Emma started daycare. She loves the other kids and seems to have a lot of fun while she's there. Even if I could afford to stay home full-time, I think I'd still want to send her every now and then because she loves it so much. But, all that being said, I still cry every time I have to drop her off. (Usually, it's Andrew's job.) I know she's safe and happy and I'm usually more than ready for a break, but I still miss her the second we're apart.