I honestly thought Eme's little six month birthday milestone was hard. I am totally becoming one of those mom's I used to internally criticize.
I'm the one now wishing for time to slow down now.
I'm the one trying to savor every second.
I'm the one who can imagine the day of her birth like it was seconds ago.
And yea, I'm the mom who cries when she puts away her newborn clothes in totes.
I'm so that mom.
On Tuesday night, Declan and I were laying in bed talking right before falling asleep. I told him how I have this overwhelming sense of what felt like sadness, [or maybe it was happiness?] that was just overcoming me.
Half.a.year. She was half a year old the next day.
I laid there and sobbed. Big, messy, wet-the-sheets tears.
Declan was sweet as usual, and told me that it's good--she's meant to grow, she's perfectly on track, and she's happy. She's so happy.
I knew all this. It's good. She's wonderful--and seriously, one of the happiest babies I know.
I was more sad that I could hardly remember my tiny little 6 1/2 lb. baby. She literally grows everyday in front of my eyes.
I hate that I forget.
...and I hate how fast time goes.
So, I did the obvious thing on her 6 month birthday. I sat there and went through photos of the day she was born. When she was just seconds, minutes old.
I marveled at the fact of how little and squishy she was, and how her face has changed so much---and how she's such an interactive, fun little girl now--and how that's only going to keep changing and developing.
I wasn't sad, or overwhelmed.
I was thrilled.
I love watching her story unfold in front of me.
So, I'll revel in the moments.
May 10, 2010
November 10th, 2010
[Because I know people will ask, her onesie was made by my sister!]