I often look at the kids and wonder where the time has gone. Last night I lay awake in bed, thinking about how in 9 short months, Michaela would be off to school. I can't imagine my days without her. How will I bear to send her by herself on the school bus? Will she be liked? Will she be happy? Will she behave? Will I have prepared her enough? Will the thought of her being gone all day, day after day ever stop hurting? Sigh.




