Guilty… “Who is calling me in the middle of the night?!” is my initial reaction as my alarm goes off at 5:25 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Oh, wait. Right. That’s my alarm. We have our official photoshoot for FTEC today and the girls need to be at the Old Mill for 6:30 a.m. sharp! I had loaded up my car the night before. Lots to bring. Dress, shoes, jewellery, multiple outfit changes, etc. I get out of bed as quietly as possible – don’t want to wake anyone up. Get ready to go and just as I am walking out the door (at 6am) I hear a tearful voice “Mommy…mommy!” and see my daughter, Abby, stumbling down the hall, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She is crying and doesn’t want me to go. My eyes start to well up. I hug and kiss her, say I love you and tell her to go back to bed. She gets more upset and doesn’t want me to close the door. I lean in for 2 more hugs/kisses, close the door and sign to her through the window in the door “I love you”. Ugh. My heart breaks as