Dear Sweet Baby,
I am lying in bed in the middle of the day with you at my side. You are starting to drift off to sleep, and your eyes keep fluttering shut. Sissy is busy, and Daddy walked to the store, so we have a few minutes of just you and me.
I can’t believe how much you’ve grown in nearly eight weeks!! You have started to fill out, and your cheeks are so chubby! I love watching your dimples when you flash a big smile at me when I talk to you.
Tomorrow I leave you and Daddy for the first of many days where I have to go to work. I don’t want to leave you, precious baby. I don’t want to think about you growing without me, but I’ve been through this before: Your first laugh will probably be at your silly daddy. You will roll over with him as a witness. You will reach out and grab his nose in wonder. You will push up on all fours with Daddy watching you. You will walk with Daddy, talk with your daddy, and play with Daddy at the park. One day soon, I will come home and hear how big you are because of something new that you’ve done, and my heart will burst. I will have to fake happiness, while secretly hiding my jealously.
For the next year, you and your daddy are going to be best friends. You will reach for him when you need something. He will be the one to dry your little eyes and comfort you when you fall down. Daddy will be your hero, and that’s okay. He’s my favorite too.
Mama will steal moments with you at night while everyone else is asleep. You and I will put your sister and daddy to bed; when they are fast asleep, we will get up and sneak out of the room. We will cuddle together on the couch, and I will nurse you until the sandman visits you with dreams too.
Your mama (on the eve of her return to work)