This morning I nursed Charlotte for her 8am Monday feeding for the last time for awhile...
So I snapped a photo of us snuggled up on our bed together. Sure, it's mostly her little body, but my PJ pants and feet made an appearance. And sure, she's only wearing a diaper and it's blurry, but this picture is significant.
Next Monday, someone else will give my babe her 8:00 feeding. And every Monday through Friday for the foreseeable future, someone will feed her a bottle at 8am. And 11am. And 1pm, too.
Next Monday marks my first day at work in 7 weeks. I've been so blessed with time getting to know Charlotte, so grateful for the chance to hang out and watch her grow.
I'm also blessed with a great job at a great school. With amazing students and a supportive community. Plus, quality people will be caring for Charlotte until school gets out for the summer.
So I'm grateful, and I'm looking forward to teaching again. But 8:00 this Monday morning was still quite bittersweet.
All week long I'm planning to savor every feeding, every diaper change, every cry, and every snuggle. Because 8:00 next Monday morning is coming fast.