We decided it might be nice to have a couple of days without the baby before I have to go back to work. Just some time for Taylor and I to relax, sleep, and spend some time together. As it turns out, taking that break was harder than I thought it would be.
I dropped Noah off at my parents' on Thursday. I cried when I pulled out of the driveway, and then about three other times after I got back home. We did get to spend some time together, and with friends, but we couldn't wait to have our little man back home today. He had fun with Grandma and Grandaddy, and they loved having him. But we missed his smiling little face much more than I thought we would. I'm so glad he's back home with us today.