What a crazy day of emotions. This time last year, well, I was 3 days overdue and so anxious to hold her….
I feel like it’s so backwards, but every time I think about the fact that Summer is turning 1 in two days, I get so sad! When I look at her now I see so much girl and so little baby left. She’s beautiful and she’s funny and she’s developing strong opinions and a desire to learn how to do everything by herself. I love that she screeches and squeals when I say “I’m gonna get you!” and then she flails her little arms and takes off running and laughing and looking over her shoulder to make sure I’m still coming. I love that when I say, “where’s my baaaaaay beeeeeee?” she’ll peek around the furniture and scream. I love that everyday she walks to the kitchen door completely by herself when the dogs start barking after I’ve put my key in the lock because she knows the barking means I’m home from work. I always do a double take when we’re in a store and a little kid comes up and says “aw, mama, look at the baby!” because to me she doesn’t look like a baby anymore, she’s my little person whose head comes up to the middle of my thigh. And for as much as I love love love my little girl now and the amazing person she’s becoming, at the same time I so completely miss the itty bitty baby whose body used to fit perfectly in the crook of my elbow, the length of her bent arm the exact length from the tip of my index finger to the tip of my thumb, my 2 hands fitting perfectly around her tiny torso. My baby.