I work full time. Monday to Friday, 8am-5pm.
I went from working with seniors to children.
I sometimes wonder how my life has worked out this way.
I mean, I moved to this town to be closer to my girlfriend...
And for the job opportunity.
But I mean, I work with year olds now,
and I can honestly say each one of them is a blessing to me.
Every "please and thank you". Every smile and hug.
When they get so excited to see me when I start my shift,
and cry when I leave for lunch.
Blessings. They make me smile each day, even when I feel like crying.

Today I was trying to nap one of my more challenging boys. Hes 3. And hes a handful. So getting him settled down and in one spot takes more than a few minutes. Today was my turn to my nap him. I told him "Night night, Love you." and his big blue eyes stared into mine. He stirred abit more looking at me.. and then he eventually got comfortable, and settled. I rubbed his back untill he fell asleep, and I wont lie. I cried. Yet again. Just because hes not mine, yet I shared a special moment napping him. And I guess I realized that if I make it out of this battle with the cancer, I could look into adoption. Which wasnt really an option before because I was so set on having my own babies.

I think I am definately blessed at my current job working with babies. They make me smile, and make my job worth doing.