Cure for the Common Monday.

I can't help but be sad when I drop my daughter off at daycare and know I won't be the one picking her up for a couple of days. I know she is in good hands when she is away, but I always find myself hoping she is happy, content and not afraid. I am most likely projecting my own views of how I feel when I am not with my daughter. She is the bright spot of my days, giving me hope, faith, and courage to pull through to the next.

That sadness was alleviated today when I saw that my precious Rosaline Jean also thinks of me while we are temporarily apart.

Bittersweet.