Separation Anxiety

Dear Gabrielle,

When I made the decision to come back to school, everyone told me that it would get easier to be away from you. They are wrong. Every day, I find my mind wandering to you, and I cannot wait to get home and look at your sweet little face and hug you and just tell you how much I adore you.

You're teething now, and your poor little gums are bright red. I rubbed them with a damp washcloth today because Dr. Keller suggested that this might help. Something about the bacteria in the mouth aggravating the gums and causing you discomfort. I'm not sure if it worked, but you are asleep right now, so perhaps it did.

But back on track. I walked out of class today knowing that I should stay and read, but the only thing I could think about was you. And so I came home. It worked out - I'm finally starting to figure out how to read at home with you around. I love you, Little One, but your adorable antics are not conducive to studying.

Speaking of which, you went to school with me last week, and it was a total disaster academically. You kept cooing at my classmates and smiling at everyone. And you talked to yourself randomly. Very, very cute, but not so good for an orderly class. I think you're going to be the class clown when you get older. Still, everyone adores you, and that's really all that matters.

I'm sorry that I don't write as often. I lay in bed a lot, with thoughts running through my mind, but I don't get up to write because I don't want to wake you up. Just know that I love you with all my heart and every day you're here brings me so much joy.

I hear you fussing. I'm going to go check on you know.

Love you always,
Mami