It's now four days later and I am still carrying over a little "Prince Died" funk. I was putting those feelings aside and then I answered some comments today from my Friday post... thus putting me in a sentimental mood.

And just like daycare when the caregivers would tell me that he was fine five minutes after I left, I know that Christopher was fine when he ran into the gym. But I still feel guilty about wanting to carve out some me time in the midst of his busy schedule.