This is the last photo I will have of you as my baby.
Right now you are asleep, gently breathing into my side. Our house is in shambles- in a few hours we have to be up. It is your party and in a week we move. Everything feels uneasy now. Everything except you. You are peaceful and lovely.
And me? I’m sort of sweaty and tired. I’m stressed and I want to cry. My chest is tight. I want so badly to hold you close to me… and at the same time, I don’t want to wake you from your peaceful slumber.
You and your sister are my world. You are everything I ever meant to be. I am in love with you girls.
Thank you for blessing me with all of your beauty and wonder. Even for the times you don’t want to be put down… ever.
Thank you for waking, just enough, in the middle of the night and reaching out to nurse. For giving me purpose, even in my dreams. I will miss your sweet baby coos as they turn to words, but I am forever grateful for these first 12 months.
Happy birthday, Camille Thea. I love you.