My dear Olivia,
I’m trying to figure out where the past year went. You had a great first birthday party and didn’t seem to mind the chaos. You’re walking now, albeit still falling a lot. You’re eating a ton and feeding whatever you don’t want to Lucky. You still love giving kisses and hugs around my neck. The crisp fall air reminds me of this time last year. When I had a three-week-old baby to constantly snuggle with. Your tiny little hands and your big yawns and your gummy smiles.
I decided about a week ago to take more “everyday” photos. Casual, spontaneous and un-staged photos in our boring house. I have some every day for the past 8 days. At first, I saw grainy photos in horrible lighting. I felt like I had failed. But then I looked closer. I saw pudgy toes and baby bed head. I saw you giggling at your sister and playing with the blinds. I saw you eating banana for breakfast and playing peekaboo. I saw you peacefully sleeping in crazy positions only a baby could sleep in and I saw you dancing. And that is what I want to remember. A year from now. 30 years from now. So I think I’ll keep at it. Even when it’s hard. Even when I’m tired. Even when I fail.
I love you forever, sunshine!
Please visit my dear friend Meredith and read her letter to her littles! She is an amazingly talented writer who is such an inspiration to me 🙂