When my daughter was born I thought, "She can never change, she is so perfect in this moment." Her sweet squished nose,
her tiny little body,
and her amazing steel blue eyes.
I would have done anything to keep her in that newborn baby way. I love, love, loved my tiny Ro.
Then, weeks later, I was looking through pictures of her from the day she was born. I was aghast at how she had changed! Already, my tiny Ro was a bigger Ro, and I didn't want her to change. She was perfection. Beautiful,
And this realization repeated itself every few weeks, each time I would swear that this is the stage of her life I am loving the most. I would pray that these moments would last forever, or at least fly by a little slower. I think this speaks to just how fantastical our little munchkin is. She is making every moment worth living. Have you seen her walking? Well, she is. She's pretty proud of herself too. Have you heard her laugh? It's the purest form of joy that I've encountered.
So I suppose what I'm trying to say is, I love this stage of her life. I don't want her to be the big oh-one (less than two months away). I want this moment to last and last. I've learned that in her life I'll always be in that special moment, but I can't help but pre-mourn that this time will pass. I'll settle for being thankful that I get any moments at all.