Baby girl. Times slips by so quickly and yet, here we are in the midst of colic and eye stinging sleep deprivation and cluster feedings…to the unwavering love that is us. Today you exit out of newborn-hood into infantry. Of late you have realized there is more to life than eating, sleeping (or not sleeping, as you would have it), and pooping.
As your tiny hands reach for my face, and you chuckle deep from your tummy – kaBOOM goes my heart. It only takes but a second and gone is the ache of my tired bones, the stress of my day. So thank-you little darlin’, the road may be rough – but never afraid are we.
Now. Now you recognize my face, my voice and my smell. Now you try to grasp onto your toys and tackle at rolling over. So unique in your every move toward early discovery and development, yet right on general baby target, so the experts say.
You love to stand, dance and flex your legs muscles, while holding onto my hands so fiercely. And your head, it bobbles no more. I watch your eyes trail around to the sight of movement and flicker with shiny glee at the sight of your brother or daddy. You have the most precious way of clasping your hands when smiling, and the crinkle in your nose? Just stop. It’s ridiculous.
Shoving everything you can into your mouth, I can hear the song in your voice already as you coo and ‘talk’ at me staccato. You are most entertained by the contours of your own face and take great delight in the fuzzy fur that is your daddy’s great and burly beard.
Today and everyday — I’d walk through fire to make things stay safe and happy for you my girl. Know that. Always.