Tomorrow our baby girl will turn one.
We have been planning and talking about how we "just can't believe it has already been a year!" Tonight, however, it truly hit me. I was on my way home and and I said to myself, "She'll be one tomorrow." Yes, I teared up right there in the car... that's how I know it really hit me.
How in the world did the year go by so fast? There are so many things I wanted to do. More pictures to take, more videos, more playing, more documenting, more blogging. But time doesn't stop for pictures or blog posts... and so tomorrow, we will celebrate.
This unbelievably sweet, curious, super silly, wild girl will be one.
She weighs just 19.1 pounds (as of last week). She's petite. She walks... everywhere. She is all about walking and has officially thrown in the towel on crawling altogether. She says Mama, Dada, Woof Woof, Roar, Bye Bye, More (with prompting), and copies several other sounds and words. She does everything big. Plays big and loud. Loves big and loud. She is a Mama's girl. She has a soft spot for her Daddy in the mornings and doesn't want to let him go and gets really excited when he gets home at night. Her sister has her whole heart and when Lily is around, we are all second fiddle! We are kicking the bottle tomorrow, which is fine with her because she likes her sippy cups just fine and we have tried out some regular milk and she seems to like it too! She is such a good girl... a trooper... she rolls with it! We can take her anywhere and as long as we are close, she's a happy girl!
Tonight was just another night to her as she played before bed. But tonight, for me, was a night to pause. When she toddled over to me and motioned for me to pick her up because she was ready to settle down and go to sleep, I held her a little tighter. We snuggled longer. I turned down the TV in favor of watching her sweet face as her eyes drooped and she drifted off to sleep. Then, I held her and snuggled her some more. My baby girl will be one tomorrow. Wow.