One year ago today, I left my precious babes in the care of another for the very first time and went back to work. Hard to believe that a whole year has already flown by. The girls were not quite 6 months old at the time and looked like this:
I remember my first day back to work - how awful I felt about leaving them with a "stranger" and how unsure I was about the whole thing. I just cried and cried the night before. But the girls (and us) have grown to really love Miss Maria (our nanny) and think of her as almost a part of the family. Even though I often wish I was home with the girls everyday, it is so comforting knowing that my children are safe and loved.
