Yesterday afternoon, I dropped into my old place of work to deliver some stuff and to make the rounds with the little guy. They had seen him when he was about a month and a half old, so it seemed like a good time to show him off again -- he's changed quite a bit since then!
Several people asked me if I missed work. While I do miss regularly seeing friends with whom I worked side-by-side for 5 years, and I still believe strongly in the mission of the organization, I don't feel like I'm missing out. I love being at home with my son; my life and my heart are so full.
Here's a sample of why; this is last night as I was getting T ready for bed. It's no Baby Laughing Hysterically at Ripping Paper or Baby Startling at Mom Blowing Her Nose, but it's my boy, and there's no doubt that this is one of the greatest sounds in the world.