…changes to this…
My baby girl. My Princess Pootie Pants. I look at her and see her already as a teenager.
Soon (the waiting is killing me) her third brother will be arriving. Out of four she will be one. She is singular.
In so many ways I’m discovering how different we are. I don’t always understand her and that terrifies me. I want to embrace the things that make us different and not work to change her. She’s constantly baffling me.
Today, I’m grateful for my daughter. I’m grateful for…
* one hundred ninety-ninety – the number she made up, the one that is bigger than any other number, the one that describes her love for us.
* “the best dinner ever” – her joyful comment over every meal I make for her…regardless of it being one I’ve slaved over for the entire day or frozen chicken nuggets & mac n’cheese (her favorite dinner that we will have tonight).
* imagination that inspires “Taylor’s texting me” and “My baby’s sleeping so you need to be quiet Mommy.”
* “I wanna hold you” – because nothing’s sweeter than those little arms wrapped around your neck.
Today I’m grateful that in a pack of boys and men, my daughter and I stand together – “Because we’re girlses.”
Happy Birthday Cora Elyce!