One day you will actually have ankles.
One day you will not have dimples where your fingers meet your hands.
One day you will not want to have a birthday party for your doll, Cindy. You will not want me to play with you. You will not give me a pretend cupcake and let me blow out the "candle" on your cupcake.
But, today you did let me join in the birthday party and it was one of those special times that everything in my brain left for a few minutes and I was able to concentrate 110% on you and every move you made. I loved the way you helped Cindy into her high chair, the way you cleaned up when she "spilled" her orange juice. They way you look at me with a spark in your eye when you know you did something funny, just waiting for me to laugh so you can laugh too.
I actually cried this morning when Daddy was leaving for work because I didn't think I could make it through the day alone with you. I was so tired from the past few nights when you have woken up 2 or 3 times. I was so tired because your Daddy had been out of town. I wasn't sure I could do it.
But then, I calmed down, made a cup of coffee and watched you play Weebles. I reminded myself of just how lucky I am to have these days with you and that I wouldn't trade it.
3 comments:
Girl, I have been there! It's nice that by the end of the day (when they are sleeping!) we can see that we are lucky to have spent it with them.
I know too exactly what you mean when you were in that moment with her and nothing else even existed.
You are doing a great job and know that I'm always here if you ever need to vent or probably hear an earful on my end!
You are one of the luckiest moms in the world to have such a wonderful daughter. I'm glad your day turned out so well and you were able to enjoy all of those moments. Have a great and relaxing weekend. We will miss you in Baltimore on Sunday.
i loved this post. it was so sweet...and real.
there have been some days when i am so so so very tired and think, 'is it her bedtime yet?!' and then as soon as she is asleep i miss her and want to wake her up and hold her.
happy easter, davis'!
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