My sweet baby is inching towards becoming one. I cannot believe how much of a blur these last 10 months have been. I have two months left before the teeny, tiny baby days are officially behind me… which I’ll never get back. It aches to think that she’ll never be this little as she is today. It aches to think that she’ll never fit in my arms the way she does today. It aches to know that my first baby is not going to be a baby much longer although in my eyes she will always be a baby. My baby.
I’m desperately trying to hold onto a few last things before she officially turns one because I know the little things are what are going to change forever…
The way she holds my shirt ever so tightly when I put her to sleep.
The way she smiles at me in the mornings right when she sees me…that ear to ear grin always warms my heart and makes a bad night not seem so bad.
The way she is comforted by holding my hand with her little fingers when she is unsettled at night.
The way she loves to crawl as fast as she can when I pretend to chase her.
The way her face lights up at bananas. This kid loves bananas.
The way she gets excited when I read her favorite books.
The way she tries to climb me as I hold her when she gets excited.
The way she bounces and dances if she hears any music.
The way her little finger points at the toys she’s yearning for and then looks at me to get them for her.
The way her silky hair falls on her face if it’s not pinned back.
Her little giggle while swinging at the park. Or when I tickle her in my arms. Or when I dance around the living room to entertain her.
Her little bunny nose.
The little curls of her hair at the back of her neck.
The little folds in her thighs.
The way she searches for me when she needs me, with her little arms outstretched towards me.
If I wrote down every little thing that I love about Aria, this list would go on forever. She is the reason for my happiness today. She is the reason I’m so thankful to be alive today. She is my dream come true. She is my daughter.