Happy 8 months sweet girl.
With every month time seems to go a little faster. It’s crap, actually. Just as I get all excited about you reaching a milestone, you’re on to the next one before I even have a chance to brag about it.
It’s so funny to watch you throughout the day. You are all sweetness when you wake up in the morning. Smiling at me from behind the paci and stretching your legs as I take off your sleep sack. If I want hugs or cuddles from you, it’s best to try to get them very early in the morning. Once you’ve finished your bottle it’s “game on, people.” You want down, you want to play, you want to crawl (well, in that army crawl, can’t get my belly off the floor, kind of way), you want picked up, you want to bounce. You want to go, go, go.
You’re discovering things so fast. Sometimes things like cords and the edges of the furniture, but also things like grass and pictures and water in the pool. You love to be outside. Just another thing that makes you so much your father’s daughter. And you are such a little daddy’s girl. If he is holding you, you will not go to anyone else. Even me. If I’m holding you I could give you to a total stranger and you’d probably blow me a kiss.
Finally, in the evenings, after your bath and bottle, you wind down and let me cuddle you as I rock you before you go to bed. I talk to you about your day and what you’ll do tomorrow. Sometimes I sing to you. As you listen to “The Rose” or “My Favorite Things” you close your eyes and with the same hand that pushes me away all day, you bat at my face or curl into my chest. Your legs wrap around my side or kick out over the arm of the rocking chair and I easily remember when you looked small in my arms.
So, it’s OK that you’re constantly on the go and it’s even OK that you want your daddy more times than you want me. Because at night, when it’s just you and me in your room as the sun starts to set, I know you still need me, just a little.
I hope that you always discover new things with the same curiosity, determination and intensity that you have right now. And I also hope that when you take a break from taking on the world, you know that I will be here to hold your hand as you tell your stories.
I love you so much, sweet child. So very much.
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Oh, getting so big. She sounds like a joy.
that is such a sweet letter.
I love how you capture everything she is doing without listing them. This is a beautiful letter. [and The Rose is one of my favorite songs. I should try singing it to my girls]
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