The Crying Revelation

Anna went to preschool this morning.

And of course, I cried. A lot.

Like, nearly-throwing-up kind of crying. Luckily I held it in until I got home. I got emotional last night giving her her bath, and Anna could tell. She went from her normal holy-crap-baths-are-the-best-thing-ever face to seeing Mommy all teary eyed and giving me the pouty "what's wrong?" lip.

It was freaking adorable.

And this morning, when I left, I was getting teary but kept trying to smile. But she could tell. She cried when I left, but according to her teachers, got over it pretty quickly.

She loved it.

Well.

As much as a two and a half month old can, anyways.

I knew she would be fine. I cried for at least an hour. I called my husband. I called my mother. I sobbed like a baby. I asked my mother how she could possibly have done this FOUR TIMES.

And then I picked her up (yes, a bit earlier than we normally will  be, but hey, I missed her) and she saw me and gave me that cute smile, and I melted.

And all was right with the world.