It's been a long time, but I find myself drawn back to this. Life has changed irrevocably since the last post, for the better of course; what else could your first child bring? From hopes and dreams come little feet running, sly grins and splattered food from the high chair. I have been in the ranks of the working mom for almost a year now; it gets easier at some point, right? As sleep overtakes my heavy lids at night though, a final thought drifts through: if I never get anything else in this life, I would count myself blessed.