I can't even put into words how much she has made me grow, made handsome and I better parents, taught us how to live more simply and love more deeply. Her laughter can halt any bad day and the unexpected hugs on our legs are one of the best feelings in the world.
The past few weeks she has clung to me like a little spider monkey and there have been times where I get frustrated, where I just want her to go play instead of climbing all over me, feeding me grape after grape. Some days I cannot wait for handsome to walk through the door so he can take her from me for just .2 seconds. And then mommy guilt happens... I swear I'm like bipolar momma-- as soon as her attention is off of me and onto something else I miss her.
The past two weeks she has been 'talking' up a storm. She tries to copy everything we say, holds her own special conversations with her kitties and is taking on a whole other lever of independence. Our counter top has been her choice of places to eat breakfast as she loves to takes bites out of all the fruit in the basket and press the buttons on the coffee machine. Soon she's going to be a big sister and honestly my mind still hasn't completely processed it. I still think of her as our baby and as excited as we are to be adding another babe to the bunch it's still very terrifying. But there is nothing more rewarding than being a mom. Through the frustration, full on tantrum town at restaurants and everything in between I still wouldn't change a thing. I've always wanted to be a mom. To hold my babies close to me and be able to love them unconditionally. I'm so blessed to have a husband who supports me, lets me vent and brings home cookies on ice cream without me having to ask.