Bringing Home Baby

Emma Marie was born in July of 1995.  I had just finished my first year of teaching.  I had been so excited to meet her that I just could barely stand it.  I didn't know if she was a boy or a girl, so I wrote letters to "the baby".  
After I had Emma, I remember being very careful with her.  I looked at her in awe, not quite believing that she was mine.  I had been waiting for this moment since I was five and declared to my mother that when I grew up, I was going to be a mommy.  :)  
The morning that we were to go home I felt great.  I was young and in great shape, so I was already beginning to recover from the birth. We had the car seat and everything we would need for the ride home.  We lived two hours away, so I was a little nervous, but I knew we would be ok.  
When my husband drove up to pick us up, I insisted that I would sit in the back seat with her.  I needed to see her the whole way.  We talked and chatted for awhile, catching up since I had been closer to the hospital, staying with my mom for five long weeks before Emma's birthday.  
Suddenly, it all hit me at once.  I began to cry.  When my husband looked in the rear view mirror, I started sobbing.  He asked me what was wrong, genuine concern on his face and I said, "I just can't believe that they let us put this sweet girl in our car and take her two hours away!"  
My husband and I still chuckle over that today.