Somedays there just isn't enough videos, pictures, or journals to bring those moments back. You know what I'm talking about. Those babbles of nothingness, uncontrolable giggles of pure happiness, that first month of learning to walk, or those toothless smiles that will always bring a smile to your face. Those are times you will never get back. Gone. The best you can do is relive that special time through memories.
I will never forgive myself for not getting professional newborn photos done of L. Like who does that? Yes I have photos that I took, but its not the same. She will never be that small again. Its sad, but I've gotten over it {as much as I can} because no matter what picture I look back on, she's smaller. Same eyes, nose, smile. Same Leah. Just baby and chubby. But its hard to believe how much has changed, how much she's grown. Its crazy to look back and see her holding that little "tay bear" of hers and realize that it was a whole year ago! Its been a whole year since we moved here but it seems things have always been this way.
While I was going through pictures of exactly one year ago, I came across one of her holding and drinking out of a bottle of milk {Boy, did she love her bottle}. And that, of course, reminded me of how {strangely} easy it was to wean her from it. One year ago today, she was still wearing diapers, and was unable to climb out of her crib.
Oh how times have changed. My baby is spouting up and slimming down. Her hair is getting longer, and sometimes she likes to pick out what she wants to wear. She eats less and plays more {strange how that works}. She's mischevious {like her daddy} but polite, persistant, and impatient. You know, typical toddler.
Today while we were at the library, we saw a small little baby, maybe 10-11 months old, walking around. Doing that penguin walk that we didn't see long enough. Strutting her stuff and giggling away at Leah. Then I seen it. My baby. Is. A. Kid. Honestly, she looked about 4-5 years old next to this little baby. And in all seriousness, my heart ached a little. This girl is my world. The life in my bones. And she's growing up faster than I ever though was possible. And with more children {God allowing}, time will only pass more quickly. But despite all this, I realize she is still a toddler, still a baby in many ways. We have many journeys ahead of us. This is toddlerhood. So I will continue doing special things with her and showing her how much she's loved and how important she is.
This girl? Is my girl. And I love her unconditionally.
I will never forgive myself for not getting professional newborn photos done of L. Like who does that? Yes I have photos that I took, but its not the same. She will never be that small again. Its sad, but I've gotten over it {as much as I can} because no matter what picture I look back on, she's smaller. Same eyes, nose, smile. Same Leah. Just baby and chubby. But its hard to believe how much has changed, how much she's grown. Its crazy to look back and see her holding that little "tay bear" of hers and realize that it was a whole year ago! Its been a whole year since we moved here but it seems things have always been this way.
While I was going through pictures of exactly one year ago, I came across one of her holding and drinking out of a bottle of milk {Boy, did she love her bottle}. And that, of course, reminded me of how {strangely} easy it was to wean her from it. One year ago today, she was still wearing diapers, and was unable to climb out of her crib.
Oh how times have changed. My baby is spouting up and slimming down. Her hair is getting longer, and sometimes she likes to pick out what she wants to wear. She eats less and plays more {strange how that works}. She's mischevious {like her daddy} but polite, persistant, and impatient. You know, typical toddler.
Today while we were at the library, we saw a small little baby, maybe 10-11 months old, walking around. Doing that penguin walk that we didn't see long enough. Strutting her stuff and giggling away at Leah. Then I seen it. My baby. Is. A. Kid. Honestly, she looked about 4-5 years old next to this little baby. And in all seriousness, my heart ached a little. This girl is my world. The life in my bones. And she's growing up faster than I ever though was possible. And with more children {God allowing}, time will only pass more quickly. But despite all this, I realize she is still a toddler, still a baby in many ways. We have many journeys ahead of us. This is toddlerhood. So I will continue doing special things with her and showing her how much she's loved and how important she is.
This girl? Is my girl. And I love her unconditionally.
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