One day you will not have flat, chubby baby feet - they will have arches and look grown up.
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.
1 week ago