I really hate how FAST the first year whizzes by. Really, really hate it. I want to savor every single minute of her and stretch it out and soak up every last detail of her tiny toes, her chunky thighs and chubby cheeks, her raspberry-blowing and gurgles and coos and giggles. In the blink of an eye, we’ll be celebrating a first birthday and then she’ll be walking, and then next, COLLEGE … Boo hoo!!!
And I’m so, so in love with her. Thank you God. I say this every month, but when I think of how if it were up to us, we may or may not have had another baby, and if we did, it was going to be after we’d been married a year and saved some money… and then I get all flabbergasted all over again over how incredibly GOOD it was of God to surprise us with her, and thank God again and again for sometimes giving me something different than I planned that’s always better than I could have even imagined.
This month, Susie…
*has gone to the church nursery for the first time. She LOVES it. There’s a sweet little lady named Marie who fawns over her and talks baby talk and they smile at each other… I love Marie.
*rolls over. She always clunks her big head on the floor and then whimpers and pouts like the big mean floor hit her on the head for no reason.
*sleeps all night. She’s been doing this for a long time, but I have to revel in it every month. I forget that not all babies do this. But don’t tell me I’m just lucky and have a ‘good’ baby; I planned it, scheduled it, and worked hard for it…
*laughs a LOT and grins big cheesy grins a LOT and is just generally happy, healthy, and well-adjusted, and did I mention HAPPY?
*and did I THANK GOD for this tiny little gift? Thank you, God. I mean that.