my first overnight

My first night away from Maelle was decidedly anticlimactic. Since becoming a mother, I’d assumed there would be tremendous dread and anxiety associated with that first trip away from my baby girl. I imagined tears–both hers and mine–shed as I drove off.

Nope. Instead, I got a half-hearted ‘bye mama’ as she pranced around in her jammies, ready to play with papa all day.

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