Dear August // Weeks 15 & 16

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Dear August,

The last two weeks have been a whirlwind: my last week of maternity leave followed by my first week back to work. You’ve started rolling like a champ. 

I started to write you a letter last week, but I was just. too. sad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was happy to go back to work, back to doing what I love and working to help the community makes me feel whole. But closing the chapter on your first few months, and our first few months tethered together, was harder than I expected. Before Monday, I hadn’t left your side for more than a few hours. 

On the bright side, I am so grateful that we had this time together. I know we got more time than most, and I’m grateful for every day. This time around I was relaxed and really able to enjoy getting to know you. You made becoming a mother again so easy with your sweet, generous, and joyful nature. 

I look forward to watching you grow. I can already see the future you so clearly, and I am glad I have these letters to remind us how remarkably you you have been since day 1. You are an exceptional baby, and I have no doubt, you will be an exceptional boy and an exceptional man. 

This week I had highs and lows. I’ve been extra emotional and crying at the drop of a hat. 

Carolina, your new nanny, is an absolute angel. Within a few days, I can already see how much she loves you. It’s hard not to! When I arrived home from work on Monday, you were laughing so hard in your arms that you were hiccuping. I think you’re in good hands. 

Carolina said that you smiled at everyone on the playground and chatted with everyone who would listen. He’s going to be a social one, she said. 

I enjoyed being back at work this week, but when Friday rolled around and I was able to have you all to myself . . . ahh how sweet it was to be reunited with my little man. 

 

So here’s to you, you giant almost 4 month old! I am happier now than I am ever been. Bring on the holidays!

You are so loved, my dear August, always,
To the moon and back-
Mom

 

Mere