If you've read this, then you know.  My sister is moving to Chicago.  Ah, so many emotions that go along with that little sentence...let me fill in some blanks...

My (best friend) sister (who I talk to everyday) is moving (with 3 of the cutest kids around) to Chicago (which is too far away).

That is my selfish point-of-view.  Yet truthfully, the more I hear about it, the more excited I get for her.  I really believe that living in new places is good for the soul.  And just what the doctor ordered.  But one girl's adventure happens to be this girl's anxiety.  For real.  Not only am I without sister this summer, I also now have to really consider options regarding the dreaded "D" word.

Daycare.

I don't want to sound overly dramatic about it all.  I know in life there are worse things to consider.  And I'm happy that I have the opportunity to go out and support our family...but at the same time, there is just something completely unnatural about leaving your baby.  The week before I had to go back to work, I was a complete mess.    Any little thing he'd do, and I'd tear right up.  But, once I left him--I never worried .  I knew that he'd be safe, and happy, and loved.  No words can adequately put how grateful I am for Rachel watching Jude this past year.  A true gift. 

Some of the daily picture texts I've received from Rae

So, imagine having 3 weeks to soak up your best friend AND find someone (a stranger) you feel comfortable leaving your child with, and you'll have a bit of insight to how I feel.

I'm a complete mess.
To cope, I take deep breaths and think these thoughts over and over and over...

It's only 3 days/week.
He's almost a year.
He likes loves being around other littles.
One little girl I know that went to this place, still begs to go back and visit.  She's 6.
Jude will get to hang out with my friend's baby.
I do have a few very good recommendations about this place, this lady.
He'll learn to share.  Learn manners.
He'll be ok.
He'll be ok.
He'll be ok.