Dear Baby Girl,

Every morning I pause for 5 minutes just to stare at your beautiful cherub face.  I pull you close and smell the nape of your neck, then plant what feels like a million kisses all over your face and head.

I really don’t want to leave, but I know I must. Some day you will understand. You break my heart a little when you say, “I don’t want you to go” or ask, “Can I come with you to work?”  My lip quivers and my eyes well.  “I wish” I whisper to you, “but I have to go, baby.”

Right now, work is a concept to you with no meaning.  It will be years before you understand the meaning of work, paychecks and bills. I am thankful you aren’t burdened with having adult worries.  I’m happy that you are still my sweet, happy, empathic girl.

In my dread of the real world and my impending work day, you have made my day with your pleas to stay with you.  It fills my heart with joy that you still love me so much.

I was so blessed and fortunate to spend the first two years of your life by your side every day. My need to go back to work came with the heaviest of hearts.

I want you to remember that you’re always my first choice. I’d move the world to be by your side.  Sometimes, our days may be short and others may last for what seems like an eternity, but I hope that they are all filled with happiness and your laughter because this is what I live for.

Your mother,

Nicole