Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Dear Lucy,

Almost three years ago, our lives changed forever when we found out that you were on the way. I still remember the wave of emotion I felt in those moments after I spotted that little pink line on that pregnancy test. I was filled with elation, terror, anticipation and joy all in the same split second. Daddy and I were so, so happy to be expecting you!

Being pregnant with you seemed to drag on forever as I counted the days to my due date and prayed for you and your arrival. I remember the first time I felt you kick me and how special it was. A special connection to you, my baby, that only I could experience.

It's only been two years, but I don't think I'll ever forget the moment I first laid eyes on you. You were so perfect. More perfect than I ever could have imagined. I remember thanking God in that moment as my heart overflowed with joy ... more joy than I had ever experienced.

When you were tiny and new, I would think about how quickly you were growing and how very much I loved you, and I couldn't hold back tears. And it only got better. That first year of watching you grow was nothing short of amazing. You became the center of our world and we wouldn't want it any other way. You learned to give hugs and kisses and say our names, and we fell in love with you all over again (and again and again).

Today, you turn two. Two! I don't know how that happened. Sometimes it makes me sad that you have to grow up. I want you to stay little so I can always rock you to sleep and make you feel better with a hug and a kiss. But then I remember that I wished the same thing last year - when you turned one. And I can't imagine missing out on this wonderful year of you turning two.

This morning, on your birthday, you woke up crying extra-early - about 6:00 a.m. Maybe so I wouldn’t miss 6:20 a.m. going by on the clock - the exact moment that you came into this world 24 months ago. In between sobs, I could hear, “Mama’s bed” coming through the baby monitor. I went upstairs and asked you what was the matter, and in your sweet little sleepy voice you said “hold you” (which is what you say instead of “hold me” ... and I couldn’t wait to “hold you” and snuggle with you in “Mama’s bed”. And I wondered if you will still want to snuggle in my bed next year on this day. I hope so. Snuggling with my baby is the most perfect start to my day.

And today, my baby is turning into my sweet little two year old. And even though at this moment I'm not sure how, I'm sure that I'm going to love you more tomorrow than I loved you today.

Happy birthday, baby. I love you to the moon and back... and then some more.


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