We have officially entered your birthday month sweet girl and the countdown to "2" is on. Lately I have found myself thinking back to the when you were born and the days that followed. I think it's safe to say that those were the sweetest of all my days. My entire life I wanted nothing more than to be a mom, to have at least one little girl, and to name her after my mom.
I remember when I first laid eyes on you. It was as if an angel just entered the room. Magical really.
I remember that I never loved your daddy more than when I saw the love and protection he showed towards you.
You stayed in the Special Care Nursery for six days. In the midst of the monitors chirping, the alarms ringing, and the wires surrounding you, there was a peace that abounded that I had never felt before. Your daddy and I would race down that hospital hallway to see you, rock you, feed you, and just soak up every minute with our brand new bundle. Even when I was discharged and sent home without you, we would set our alarm clocks for 4:30am to be back in time for the 5am feeding.
Lucy Mills Mason, you are a delight. While motherhood is not easy or perfect, it comes with messes and mistakes, and it leaves me feeling more physically and emotionally exhausted than I ever thought possible, I would not trade it for the world. When you give me a hug, kiss, squeeze, or say I love you Mama I thank God for placing us together as mommy and daughter. When I see you rock Babydoll back and forth while singing your high pitched, but precious version of Jesus Loves Me, I can't help but think about what an amazing journey the last 23 months have been.
I remember when I first laid eyes on you. It was as if an angel just entered the room. Magical really.
I remember that I never loved your daddy more than when I saw the love and protection he showed towards you.
You stayed in the Special Care Nursery for six days. In the midst of the monitors chirping, the alarms ringing, and the wires surrounding you, there was a peace that abounded that I had never felt before. Your daddy and I would race down that hospital hallway to see you, rock you, feed you, and just soak up every minute with our brand new bundle. Even when I was discharged and sent home without you, we would set our alarm clocks for 4:30am to be back in time for the 5am feeding.
Lucy Mills Mason, you are a delight. While motherhood is not easy or perfect, it comes with messes and mistakes, and it leaves me feeling more physically and emotionally exhausted than I ever thought possible, I would not trade it for the world. When you give me a hug, kiss, squeeze, or say I love you Mama I thank God for placing us together as mommy and daughter. When I see you rock Babydoll back and forth while singing your high pitched, but precious version of Jesus Loves Me, I can't help but think about what an amazing journey the last 23 months have been.
excited for TWENTY FOUR MONTHS coming up :)
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