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Before we get started, Happy Easter Monday to all of you!  Unfortunately, this is the only picture I have to show for Evie’s first Easter.

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Who else heard that ball drop?

Despite my lack of pictures, we did have a wonderful day.  I got to run a full 6 miles, which hasn’t happened since before I was pregnant, annnd I got to run them alone {thank you Steve!}; we watched a few episodes of House of Cards; and then my mom came over and made us dinner, stocked our fridge with leftovers, and filled our pantry with groceries.  She is truly the best.

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I didn’t want the day to end.  Partly because it was one of the most relaxing days we’ve had in a while, but mainly because the end of yesterday marked the start of my last full week as a stay at home mom.  Next week I start my first big girl job and Evie isn’t the only one going through separation anxiety.  Don’t get me wrong, the position I was hired for, a Labor and Delivery RN {!!!!}, is my absolute dream job.  Never, ever did I think I would land this position right out of nursing school, and for that I am beyond grateful for and thrilled about.  It’s the leaving Evie part that I’m struggling with.

For the past 175 days Evie has been my everything and I’d like to think I’ve been hers.

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I’ve gotten to wake up to her sweet sleepy smile every morning, feel the rise and fall of her chest on mine every night before bed, giggle with her as I gobble up her feet, rock her in the quiet hours of the night, pull my hair out when she wouldn’t nap, revel in the excitement of witnessing every milestone, be her soft place to land when nothing else would comfort her–I’ve been there for it all.  I can anticipate her mood by the sounds she makes, I know the voices she likes when we read,  I know which songs will calm her and which songs will make her laugh, I know the way she likes to be rocked, and talked to, and held, and changed, and played with.  I know her better than I know myself.  I love her chunky legs, the sweet smell of head, her breathless laugh, the way she grabs my face/hair/shirt when I put her pj’s on, her double chin, the way she clings to me when she wakes up from a nap, the way she shuts books and tries to eat them pretty much every time we read.  I love her more than life itself.

I know lots of moms work and I know how blessed I am to have been able to stay out with Evie as long as I have.  I also know how fortunate I am that I get to leave Evie in the arms of one of my very best friends, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

So to my sweet friend and soon-to-be nanny, please be patient with me as I adjust to this huge life change.  I know that you are extremely capable of figuring out how to make it through the day with my baby, I promise I won’t always leave you with crazy and detailed instructions.  I know there may come a time when you’re the one around when Evie reaches a huge milestone, please turn a watchful eye and feign excitement when I tell you about it days or weeks later after I’ve experienced it myself.  I know how long and tiring days can be, I hope at the end of tough days you love her just as much as you do on her best days {wine helps}.  Lastly and most importantly, thank you for being there for my daughter when I can’t be.  I know Evie isn’t losing me, she’s gaining you.

I promise to only cry the first couple days that I leave for work,


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