one week.

the moment that i've been dreading for the past 11 weeks is upon us. in one week from today, i will be waking up and leaving my daughter to go back to work. ugh. i think i might just call in sick… for the next 18 years. honestly. the thought of missing something, of not being here when she's sad, not hearing her little, bitty voice and seeing that dimpled smile. i mean…

i just can't handle her! she's got the spunkiest little personality with the sweetest little smile (and a dimple ta boot!). she talks all the time and thinks that momma and daddy are the funniest people around, aside from her grandpa Dolan of course. she's my best girl and it might literally kill me to leave her. i'm just going to keep telling myself that it's only until january. maybe that'll make it easier. maybe.