I know it sounds cliche, but I honestly can’t believe you are a month old. In one way it seems like you’ve been with our family forever. You are a perfect fit. In another way, it seems like you were born just yesterday. Every day that goes by my heart aches a little because I know you are getting bigger. And with getting bigger you will grow more independent and no longer be my baby. I guess it’s just so bitter sweet because I know you are my last. Instead of rushing through to the next step, I’m just cherishing every second I have with you. To hold you in my arms. Because I know in the blink of an eye you will be running around and won’t have time to stop and let me hold and cuddle you.
So far, you’ve outgrown newborn clothes and newborn diapers, rolled over from tummy to back, sleep at least one 4 hour stretch a night (sometimes 5), and can hold your head up pretty well. I’ve found your ticklish spot (on your cheek) and it makes you smile a little. I think we’ve decided that you are for sure a redhead although we have no idea what color your eyes are. Sometimes they look blue and sometimes they look brown. We have found a new nickname for you. Turtle. Because sometimes your little, round head makes you look like a turtle.
Everyone told me that my heart would grow to accommodate you. I didn’t think there was enough room in my heart to love you the way I love your brother. But, they were right. I can’t imagine my life without you. You are my little girl that I have hoped and wished for since I was a little girl.
Canon 5D, 50 1.2
F 2.8, 1/800, ISO 125
Taken with remote trigger