Tomorrow my precious Little Miss will be 23 months old.
23 whole months.
It is the last month I can {without getting strange looks} count her age I months.
It is the last little bit of "baby" I have had to hang onto.
No more shopping for clothes in months...
In one month, I will have a two year old!
As I contemplated these feelings earlier today, tears welled in my eyes. I smelled, for the hundredth time today, the smell of her skin. I can still smell baby though it is being covered by toddler scent (aka- dirt) more every day.
Every single day I thank God for her. For the miracle of life I was blessed to have experienced.
I was told many times when pregnant and early into her life that it "wears" out.... The "new". Essentially that you come to take your child for granted.
Some moments I have wanted to pass while in them, yes. Taking my child for granted? No.
Especially as this weekend marked the birthday of that long time family friend who passed away a year and a half ago. In his 20's with so much life left to live.
No one has to remind me to treasure this time. I do.
When I was told that the hole in my heart infertility carved would be overflowing with love was indeed correct! I absolutely cannot fathom life without her sweet button nose. Silly personality. Caring nature. And inquisitive disposition. The way she says "Snuggle mommy" when she doesn't want me to leave a bedtime and asks me to sing "o baby" over and over again... Or hearing "bless you" repeatedly until acknowledged after a sneeze... And of course being told her in own sweet way that we must be doing something right as she loves on her baby dolls and gives kisses for a pretend boo-boo.
I think turning two has me more awe struck than her first birthday!
Now back to the party details as I need a distraction before I kill the iPad with tears. Good tears.
23 whole months.
It is the last month I can {without getting strange looks} count her age I months.
It is the last little bit of "baby" I have had to hang onto.
No more shopping for clothes in months...
In one month, I will have a two year old!
As I contemplated these feelings earlier today, tears welled in my eyes. I smelled, for the hundredth time today, the smell of her skin. I can still smell baby though it is being covered by toddler scent (aka- dirt) more every day.
Every single day I thank God for her. For the miracle of life I was blessed to have experienced.
I was told many times when pregnant and early into her life that it "wears" out.... The "new". Essentially that you come to take your child for granted.
Some moments I have wanted to pass while in them, yes. Taking my child for granted? No.
Especially as this weekend marked the birthday of that long time family friend who passed away a year and a half ago. In his 20's with so much life left to live.
No one has to remind me to treasure this time. I do.
When I was told that the hole in my heart infertility carved would be overflowing with love was indeed correct! I absolutely cannot fathom life without her sweet button nose. Silly personality. Caring nature. And inquisitive disposition. The way she says "Snuggle mommy" when she doesn't want me to leave a bedtime and asks me to sing "o baby" over and over again... Or hearing "bless you" repeatedly until acknowledged after a sneeze... And of course being told her in own sweet way that we must be doing something right as she loves on her baby dolls and gives kisses for a pretend boo-boo.
I think turning two has me more awe struck than her first birthday!
Now back to the party details as I need a distraction before I kill the iPad with tears. Good tears.
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I hope you have a great time celebrating Little Miss's birthday!