My darling daughter, yesterday you turned 6 months old. I anticipated getting your brother down for rest time/AKA destroy the room time and having the most remarkable photo shoot that we are capable of (in your dimly lit nursery with my pitiful skills). I couldn't wait to put that blue 6-9 month romper on you that I've been saving. I bought it before you were born.
It became apparent that you wanted to give me a precious gift....
The gift of seeing into the future.
I just need to mentally remove the bow...
And I can see it in my mind's eye.
You, my darling daughter, at age 14.
I love you now and I will love you then. I will love you when you start to get naughty. And when potty training takes a long time. And when you cut your own bangs. And when you scream on the airplane. And when you don't get straight A's. And when you forget your lunch money. And when you say you hate me. And when you only want to be around your friends. And when you put on mascara behind my back. And when you call boys even though I've told you not to. And when nothing in the world seems right and good and you just feel like this.
I will always love you.
Pictures with Big Pink Bear
First day home
Here I raise mine Ebenezer; hither by thy help I'm come.