I have been scrolling through your pictures almost every night. There are thousands. Literally. When you were born, learning to nurse, taking your first bottle, your first bite of food (avocado!) and almost every food thereafter, your smiles, first shoes (knitted owl slippers), snuggles with Daddy, tummy time…
I love looking at them all.
I took one just yesterday and could not believe it was you.
Your smile is beautiful (and the two upper teeth just popped through that morning)- you’re not showing the discomfort from teething or the shots you had just last afternoon. You’re just perfect. In your Gap cropped jean jacket (thank you Aunt Val and Uncle Greg) and jean skirt and mix tape onesie (thanks Auntie Becky), sporting your Old Navy loafers… You’re my big girl. I don’t like to think about it, but you’re more like a toddler everyday.
You point at what you want, you maneuver yourself all over the house, you find things to help you sit up and pull yourself to standing, you sleep in your own bed, brush your hair and teeth (!) and, best of all, you give me hugs and pat my back whenever I pick you up. Somehow you’re a black hole, always saying “mmmuuuuummmm” (yum) to tell me you’re hungry, and thankfully- avocado can always ease your hunger (mama’s girl, for sure!).
You are becoming a beautiful young lady. Thank you for being you, sweet girl.
Your Proud Momma