For most its just another day. For me it marks a day of independence. Aliya is swept away by her grandmother and not to return until the next morning. It is bittersweet watching her pull out of the driveway as I make funny gestures and wave goodbye with my whole body. I miss her the moment I hear the snap of the buckle on her carseat, but it leaves me a whole afternoon and evening to do whatever I'd like. Clean? Laundry? Shop? Sleep? Study? Read? Watch TV? I don't know!? I jump with anticipation as I make my choice for the day (which usually consists of some combo from the list above). Rob and I have the entire evening to ourselves. We drill and hammer past 7 pm with out worrying we will be flooded with angry cries from a waken baby. We even went to Walmart at 8 pm! Who knew you could leave the house after 6:30? I had forgotten what it was like to go out after dark. And when Friday morning arrives and I receive the much anticipated phone call giving me a 15 minute head up to their arrival, I can't stop smiling knowing my baby is headed home. Thanks Mom for my Thursdays and thanks equally for my Ali on Fridays!
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