My teeny tiny baby is two years old. She walks and talks. She plays pretend. I miss her infancy, but I remember longing for her to get a little older. Wishes are dangerous things. I miss my big round belly with Riley safe inside. I miss when she was a part of me and only mine. I still love her as deeply as the moment I became aware of her presence (which was before the pregnancy test confirmed it).
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
It's an overwhelming love from the start, but I didn't understand how much it would grow. I cry every time I think about that tiny new person coming into the world. Michael kept saying "She's so pretty, honey! She's so pretty." I couldn't speak I was crying and listening. Nothing prepares you for that moment or any that come after.
She'll be the light of my life forever. I'll always believe the stage we're in is "the best part" and I hope she'll always say my name the way she does now, full of love. "I love yoooou, Mommy Moo!"
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