16 short days....
I cannot for the life of me remember when I had my last model change off. I literally held my breath last night as I ran out of the building to make sure Matt didn't page me with oh yeah you have to work next week. I got out of my car, and was halfway across the bridge when I realized I have the next 16 days off to do whatever I want with my precious daughter (as long as I want to go to DC). 16 days. Do you know how much of a gift that is? 16 nights to tuck her in and say sweet dreams. 16 days to hear her say, "Good morning mommy, How are you?" 16 days to cuddle her and to rock her. To change diapers and to put up with fits. 16 days It's not nearly enought time.
sweet dreams
sandy