Going back to work is bittersweet. I am sad to leave my child. I will miss the smell of his hair, his sweet smile, the way he so intently looks at books even though he can't yet read the words.
But back to work I must go.
Part of me is excited to have some me time again. To drink tea with grown ups, and have adult conversation. I love what I do, and I am excited to get back to it.
But I will most definitely miss this smile.
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