Dear baby girl,
You're constantly growing and changing. I can hardly keep up. Every day there is something new and you amaze me. As a little girl slowly appears before my eyes and your baby book has been filled, I'm rushing to my neglected blog to make sure the you that you are today is recorded somewhere.
I love:
- the way you giggle as you discover how to plod one baby foot in front of the other
- your sweet face and big innocent eyes as you bring me books to read
- how you put up your hand for help down your slide without even checking to make sure I'm really there
- your fake giggles, and especially your real ones
- the way you shock me when you perfectly say a word or phrase I had no idea that you knew
- the way you say "muah!" every time you give kisses
- the sweet way you give hugs to anything and everything
- when you smell me making dinner and say "yum yum yum!"
- how more and more ticklish you're becoming
- the way you burst into laughter after you do what is currently your favorite trick: blinking your eyes
- the cute way you "thump your chest" (which is really your tummy) like a gorilla
- the joy you get from feeding me bits of your food or snack
- how you turn your face to receive kisses during your night-night stories
- the way you smile so big when you catch me watching you
- the cute way you smack your food (a miracle because this sound has always driven me crazy)
- how you demand your independence while clamoring to be held
- the way you say "no" and shake your head as you do something you know you're not supposed to be doing
- how you laugh as you play tug of war with the dog and her toys
- the way you dance at the drop of a hat when you hear music... any kind of music
- your constant "What's that?"
- how happy you get when we ask you what a duck says and you get to say "quack quack"
- your "woof woof" whenever you hear a dog
- the way you say "weeee!" when you're in a swing, stroller, going down your slide, or even getting off the couch
- how you love to climb and scare me
- the way you scurry to the edge of your crib so I can pick you up as soon as you see me come in the room
- how you clumsily try to put on my slippers as soon as you see them unoccupied
- the way you slap your chubby hands over your face (rarely over both eyes) to play peek-a-boo
I know you have to keep growing and changing and sometimes it makes me sad.
My love for you grows as you do and I thank Jesus that He let me and your daddy be the ones to take care of you.
I love you,
Momma