You’re almost 11 months old now, and turning into quite the mama’s boy. Most days you refuse to be held by anyone else when I’m around. I can’t say I particularly mind. Okay, that’s a lie. I love it and try very hard not to gloat. There was a time you preferred your father so I’m relishing this.
Your dad and I held our first photography workshop this past weekend, which ate up a considerable amount of our time and energies this past month. But we were doing something we believe in and are passionate about, and it was just something we needed to do.
Time away from each other was rougher on me than it was on you, I think. I would cry randomly because I missed you. I’ve gotten used to spending most of my days with you. You cried once in your sleep and I was convinced it was because you miss me, too. In reality, it was probably just a bad dream, or pain from teething. On Sunday night though, after the workshop, you slept between us and giggled in your sleep.
There are things mommy needs to do to grow as a person, and this was one of them. The weekend was life-changing, and I see things more clearly now. Know that no matter where I go though, I will always come back, and I will always rush home to you. Everything, even this, leads back to you and to our little family. You are all my reasons.