Almost walking, almost talking, almost sleeping through the night.
She’s all lashes and a toothy smile. She’s all over the place, in everything, pulling all the clothes from drawers and grabbing all her sister’s toys. She’s obsessed with trying to color, or as my husband says, perhaps write.
Her eyes are finally brown, for so long they were also blue and grey. I worried we wouldn’t know what to put on her driver’s license. Now they’re simple, like mine. Sometimes I look at her and see my mom, my grandma, myself. She reminds me of me, in more ways than one. A little shy, a little bold, very sweet.
My feelings for her have been extra intense lately. I worry if something were to happen to me, she’d never know how much I loved her. It’s a familiar aching. It’s exactly the same way I felt with her sister and somehow this is comforting, knowing it’s just part of motherhood. So I write these words to remember.
She’s almost one.
Photo credit: The incredible Don Ta
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This is so beautiful. Poetic really, makes me feel sentimental. I can’t believe she’s almost one! I need to choose a pic of her to draw for her first bday 🙂
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Thanks, sweet friend! I can’t believe it, either! So excited to see what you draw ❤
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You and Alex have certainly mastered the art of producing beautiful little girls. Time to try for a ruggedly handsome little boy now. 😉
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I’m pretty sure we’d have a third beautiful little girl 😉 Seems to run in the family… and apparently there’s an 80% chance of having another of the same gender after the first two match. Did you guys ever think about having a third? Tempting but the tired in me is pretty darn tired 😉
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No. I was happy with one, but my wife wanted more than one. Part of it related to her own experience. She was the youngest of three and her brother died from ALS just before I met her. She didn’t want to risk having only one child and losing him or her and being left with no children. And, besides that, she just wanted more. But after your second was born, because of difficulties she had with the birthing process (great nine months of pregnancy, followed by problematic deliveries), she was done. So, we were done with our two. I don’t know that we would have had more anyway. I would have argued against a third. I love my kids, but I’ve given everything I can to the two. Not sure I could have handled doing the same for a third.
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