At the time I was a little arrogant, maybe a little too cocky for my own good. Our 1 year old, my sweet baby girl, was brought up multiple times. Can we leave her? Do we want to leave her? SURE! Why not? I can do it. I'm no pansy, I'm a strong Martha Stewart type...well, wanna be anyway.
Thinking back I don't know what came over me because right now it's total fear. I have only been away from that sweet face for two separate nights-total. What am I going to do? I can barely make it to the mall by myself without having to turn around because I see a little girl that looks like her. I feel empty and alone if there is no one there for me to take care of. A week in Hawaii could be the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Who knew?