The day are long, and the weeks are very long, but these first four weeks have sped by. My early days home -- Wednesday and Friday -- are the bright spots I look forward to. Home early, in time to visit for a half hour before bed. They clap and cheer and smile, and I love it, but it fills me with sadness, too. When the fat baby, who does not talk very much, looks up at me from her crib, tucked in beneath layers of softly scented cotton, and smiles her big gooby smile, and says, "miss you", I am not sure I will be able to leave again in the morning.
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