To my beautiful Eva Lilly,
I’ve sat here for the past hour, staring at the screen, trying to find the right words to say. But I’m drawing a blank. How can I put into words how much I love you, how much you have changed my life or how much joy you bring to my life?
I still find myself staring at your perfection, just as I did when you were a newborn. I used to hold you in my arms and watch on as you slept, memorising every curve of your face. And now you are a one year old. Not a baby anymore.
Only this evening did it really hit me that you are becoming a little girl as you pointed at the baby’s mouth, belly button and eyes in one of your books. You then rummaged through your bookshelf to find “Good Night Moon” for us to read to you before you went to sleep. You were bored with your other good night books. Your daddy and I looked at each other in amazement.
And if this past year is anything to go by, this next year you are going to amaze us all over again.
You are already so determined and persistent. You insist on making us hold your hands as you walk us and even run us around the park as your relentlessly chase after birds. You insist on using the back of your spoon to jab at your food. You insist on talking on the phone whenever it rings. You insist on sitting on your daddy’s lap when he is at his computer. You insist on strumming the guitar. One might say you are a little bossy.
And we wouldn’t want it any other way.
You are you. Every cheeky smile. Every belly laugh. Every time I catch you sitting quietly, concentrating on turning each page in a book or using your shape sorter, I am falling in love with you a little bit more.
I am incredibly proud to call myself your mother. And one day when you are old enough to read over these blog posts, you might feel a little embarrassed that I have gushed over your every move, but that is ok. When it comes time for you to have a child of your own, you will get it.
With all of my love,