On the Friday mornings Nate gets paid, I roll myself out of bed extra early in the morning to grocery shop all by myself. As I drove from HEB to Walmart this morning, I passed one of the large daycares, and saw a man walking in carrying a little girl about Lucy's age and holding the hand of a little boy about Milo's age. I immediately started crying and had to thank God that I get to stay home with these little people. I may have horrendous, frustrating days here and there, but I still love being able to take care of them and teach them and watch them grow. I haven't missed out on any of their big moments, and I've enjoyed all their little ones, too. I'm incredibly lucky, especially because I absolutely adore doing something that I never even knew I wanted to.