Starting to feel sudden jolts of sadness lately. I’m going back to work in 3 weeks from today. She will be 9 months by then and I guess I should be happy about the exclusive time we have had together, but it will never be enough. I love the way she looks at me. I love how she lays her face against mine. I love how she smiles when I look at her sideways. I love that she laughs when I press her nose like a button. I love that when we are alone she holds my face and talks to me. I love watching her roll around the whole room and stop on her tummy to poke her butt out. I love it when she yells to get my attention if I’ve looked away for too long. I love our morning routine. I love having her watch me make dinner for all of us. I love listening to music with her. I love how hands on she is when I read to her. I love that she’s always so happy. She makes everyday pass so quickly. Leaving her is going to be the hardest thing I have ever done. I’m savoring every moment like the last bite of a Snickers bar over here. Believe that.