First it was the newborn diapers, then the newborn clothes. Next was the Rock-N-Play you slept in until you were four months old and then the Snug-a-Bunny Swing. Today, it was the Bumbo and floor activity play mat. All stored in the attic, likely waiting for a larger-than-life, baby gear liquidation yard-sale.
You. Are. Growing. So fast, too fast. Just a week ago you couldn’t sit without toppling over and now you are army crawling across the room. I feel a mixture of anticipation and panic. I can’t wait to see the development of your relationship with your sisters and yet I am terrified of you not fitting into the cradle of my arms anymore.
All there is left to do is absorb it; to allow it to permeate my skin. To leave the chores left undone and blow raspberries with you, instead. Your giggles are my gasoline and while I yearn for a full night of sleep, I am not quite ready to turn this page.
If I have learned anything from having your older sisters, however, it is that each new chapter offers more to love and cherish. So while I will continue to marvel at your tiny fist wrapped around my pinkie as you nurse in the middle of the night, I will still look forward to the day we can walk alongside each other, holding hands.
Your book is just beginning, Emma Jane, and I am hooked.
Special thanks to Danielle Ice Photography for the first photo.