Today Fuller & I went to my office for a Thanksgiving breakfast. It was the perfect opportunity to eat my weight in grits and eggs and to show off the simple fact that Damon & I make beautiful babies.
After the grits and eggs had been consumed, I met with my manager to discuss when I will be going back to work. It was decided that I could ease myself back into the rat race routine starting January 3rd.
And now, to be honest, I am slightly depressed.
This is not the life that I wanted for myself. This life, the one where I wake up in the morning, get ready and kiss baby on the head as I walk out the door to bring home the bacon, it isn’t the reality I saw for myself.
But, it is the reality that is. It is the plan that God has for my life. And since I have 40 days left to give complete attention to my son, I will hold him those few moments longer every day and know that regardless of what kind of mom I am (stay at home or working) Fuller will always be my son.

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