Not being able to spend a full day with you is really one of the hardest things that I've ever had to do. I hate that anything would pull me away from you, but unfortunately, that's what many of us have to do in this day and age. Papa has to work. I'm very thankful that Nadia is home with you, caring for you in the best possible way. I may not get to see you very much during the week, but at least I get to spend your last waking moments of each day by helping put you to sleep, and if I'm lucky, I even get to bottle feed you. Is this enough for me? No. I wish I was home all day, every day with you. The hardest part of the whole thing is that when I get home, you are tired after a long day, and I know you don't always have the energy to give me much attention, but sometimes you grace me with a little smile, and it just puts everything behind me. It becomes all that matters in that moment. I like to think you are smiling because you know that Papa is home. I like to think it's your way of saying, "Don't worry Papa, I'm glad to see you too." Whatever the reason, I'm glad I'm at least one of the last things you smile at before you go to sleep.

Thank you for the smiles.