"And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me." - Jane Eyre This is the scariest thing I've ever written. Two weeks ago I was released from my calling in the nursery at church where I had been serving for a year and a half. I had asked to be released, but as I sat through sacrament meeting--the first I'd attended in nearly two months--I cried and cried and cried. I cried through the rest of the announcements. I cried through the sacrament hymn. I dropped my head and let my bangs fall in front of my face to hide my distress. I was sad for my babies that I'd grown to love so much. I was sad for the babies I wouldn't get to know. I peeked at all the faces around me and waves of pain would wash over me afresh as I realized how much I loved these people. Most of all, I was--am--grieving the end of an era. An era that has been a part of my...