You are crawling and pulling yourself up on everything. It is time to move you to a big girl car seat, put away the bottles and get out the 12-18 month clothes. What a delight you are. You just love smiling - your whole body gets in on the action. You love to play and interact with everyone, you hate being left out. Your favorite word is "Ma" and you yell it so loud until I answer. You love to wave at people and just a few days ago you started to shake your head "no." You love cheerio's and bread and yogurt. You aren't a fan of meat yet. Today I caught the dog swiping your food off the Bumbo tray. We had to start setting the Bumbo on the floor because you started to scootch your way across the table a few weeks ago. I am now paranoid that you will fall out or over in that thing so your banished to the floor giving the dog great access to all your food!
Your growing up and I'm not sure I'm ready - maybe that is where the phrase " ready or not" came from. I'm not ready for you to be 1. Tonight you were a little cold and woke up at 9, I rocked and sang you Happy Birthday, I offered one last time for you to nurse, but you just turned your head the other way and pushed your hand out saying "Nope." You are blissfully unaware that I am so missing you tonight - the threads have been broken and you don't need me quite as much as you did last week. Tonight, you gave me the sweetest smiles, then cuddled in on my chest and fell fast asleep. I cherish these few moments together in the silence - just mommy and daughter. I remember this same evening 1 year ago. I couldn't cuddle or kiss your face. You were in the NICU and I had to wait until the next day to see you. Then cuddling wasn't as fun because there were beeps and people and hushed voices everywhere. I'm so glad you are thriving and growing up. I am a blessed momma to have a healthy little girl to dress in pink and put cute flowers and bows and hats on your head.
I am a blessed mama to have you as my daughter Abby!
Lord help me to teach and train this little one to love and serve You with her whole heart. mind and soul. A large task for such a weak momma, give me wisdom and endurance to finish this race well. Amen.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, the days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day.
~ Psalm 139: 16 (MSG)
~ Psalm 139: 16 (MSG)