I have delayed writing this post for two weeks now. . . Partially because I have zero free time (it seems), but mainly because it feels so. . . monumental. The first year of life is HUGE. Granted you won’t remember because you can’t and I likely won’t because of the sleep deprivation and blinding speed of it all. This was the fastest year of my life. Filled with more love than I ever thought I was capable of and certainly lots of prayers for the good Lord to get us all to this point. So, while I still have some memory of it all, let’s take a look back, shall we??
I would love to tell you some wild story about waking your dad up in the middle of the night and heading to the hospital in a bleary eyed speed ball, but alas. That’s not how it went down. Your arrival was scheduled for May 3rd. You can thank your sister for the lack of dramatics. Since she was ultimately “cut out”, you were too. Aside from some issues with my blood pressure, things were graceful. Almost peaceful really. I was fully awake and aware of everything going on and will never forget the sound of your first little cry. It was beautiful. And the site of your dad carrying you over to me. . . I hope that is in my highlight reel when I leave this life.
Your life outside the womb began at 11:21 a.m. on Saturday, May 3rd. You were 7 pounds 11 ounces and 21.5 inches long. By your first birthday, you morphed into a 23 pound and 28 inch tall fluff ball. Girl, your thighs. They are amazing and I will squeeze them every day until they disappear – by the time you are 3 I’m sure. You have 4 teeth, are almost walking, say momma and dadda, love your sister and Lou the labby. Those are the stats. Back to the mushy stuff.
I started calling you my “spicy peanut” while we were in the hospital. Little did I know just how applicable that nickname would prove to be. You are feisty!! At first it was just really loud crying which spurred the “spicy”. As I have gotten to know you better, I think you are simply independent. You want to do things yourself, your way. Oh, and you don’t want to wait. For anything. You have certainly made me more efficient – in a good way.
You are so curious and observant. From the first moment you could grab things, you have never missed when I wear earrings or a necklace. You find every out-of-place speck of whatever on the floor or my clothing. If you see something unique – you go for it. Pushing buttons, pulling things off shelves or out of drawers, lifting the toilet lid. If it can be grabbed, you will find it and thankfully you typically show it to me.
I knew you would be different from your sister, but how quickly the differences presented themselves truly astounded me. Pretty much from day 1. . . From the way you cry, to how you handle discomfort and hunger, to how you are not apprehensive and you are the instigator of the bathtime splash fest.
All differences aside, watching your sister relationship grow has been such a joy. When I am fully tapped out of ways to make you smile, C always has the right medicine. I can feel a smile radiating from the inside out when you two giggle together.
No words can adequately express how perfectly you complete our family. I am so grateful for you and the zeal that you bring to my life. Kid, you will move mountains.
As ever, Mom xoxo