By the time you read this, Marc will already be at work. After many hours of mental calculations, interviews, negotiating, "what-ifs", tours of hospitals and facilities, and cursing of the people at the ER who basically made him an offer that sounded too good to be true and was, he accepted a position at the best physical rehabilitation hospital in the area. He will be working with patients who, due to injury, illness, stroke, etc. need the full-time care of doctors, physical and occupational therapists, and specialists. The facility seems top-notch and everyone that we met there seems very dedicated and hard-working. Very hard working. Marc goes in at 6:00a and comes home...whenever. They told us to expect long hours. But it's going to be a great opportunity for him to learn a lot, work with good people, narrow down a speciality. It's exciting. And they are going to pay him. That's exciting, too. Though every paycheck he earns for the next 30 years is already gone.

I too am returning to my full-time job - no more dividing up the daily diaper duty, switch-hitting on meal preparation. O and I have gotten very used to having Daddy around and it's going to be a big adjustment for all of us. I hope that he will make it home in the evenings in time for dinner and her bath. Whatever happens, we'll make it work. I feel really good about how this has all played out. It's been a, shall we say, suspenseful summer. Now the season changes and we move on to something new. I'm excited.