May 5, 2014
Another
year has come and gone—and what an exciting year it has been too—now, it is
your second birthday. Two years, Lily,
two YEARS. How fickle time can be,
passing quickly when it should be savored and slowly when you would prefer it
to be hasty. I cannot believe how
swiftly your childhood is passing before my eyes as I try desperately to enjoy
it before it is gone.
So
much has happened this past year: you finally started talking, you have a full
head of hair (at last!), and your baby brother Abram was born. Earlier this past year, your father and I
were deeply concerned about your lack of verbal communication. You were nearing 20 months and you still
didn't say anything but “shoe”. Now
though, you speak all the time! Unfortunately,
more often than not I cannot understand a word that comes out your mouth. Although there are a few that come out loud
and clear like, “NO!” and “Mine.”
Depending on the situation, it either makes me giggle or annoyed how you
call for me, because you say … “Mommymommymommymommymommymommymommy…” over and
over again until you have my full attention.
And if my attentions slips for a moment you go at it again. That is going to be one of the things I miss
as you grow older… if you stop calling for me that way, that is. I honestly can’t decide if I want you to stop
or not.
Maybe
it is just because I am a hairdresser… but you have a full head of hair and I
am so proud! I have had to cut it twice
now, and your haircut is absolutely adorable- if I do say so myself. You make me smile Lily, because you love hair
too. Often you sneak into the bathroom
to grab the baggie of rubber bands to casually bring to me so I can put your
hair up. Other times you will come out
with my big purple brush, which you take to Daddy, for him to brush and brush
and brush your hair. You adore your Daddy- you two have a special bond, for sure. Sometimes, when Daddy helps you get dressed,
you come out wearing mismatched clothes topped with lop-sided piggytails and
you grin from ear to ear while holding Daddy’s hand. And the sight of it makes me so happy I don’t
have the heart to straighten you out.
I
remember, it was early, early in the morning when Grandma woke you and Samuel
to be there for the birth of baby Abram.
As his dark head started crowning you confidently stated, “Poop! Poop.”
And oh how we laughed, for what you thought was poop, was most certainly
not. Once Abram slipped out you were
immediately as close as you could possibly be.
You touched him once and he was “sticky!” so you didn’t touch him again,
but oh how you adored him. Your “Bebe”
was here; you loved him and mothered him from the very beginning. You are going to be a great mother someday,
darling, because you know how to love with your whole heart. Stay that way Lily. Don’t forget how to love- especially
yourself. Take pride in the things that
make you unique—embrace them—for you are a daughter of God and He doesn’t make
mistakes. He sent you here to Daddy and
I, and we thank Him every day for you.
Our family wouldn’t be complete without you.
You
know, when I was a young girl I believed in forever families, but it wasn’t
until I married your father and we started our own family that I knew. I don’t ever want to be anywhere without your
father. I love him so. What a happy day it will be when you are
sealed to the man you choose to love, in the temple. Beginning your very own forever family. I am looking forward to that day- but for
now, I need you to be my Little Miss for a little longer. We have a lot to learn together still, you
and I. I love you my sweet Lily.
Happy birthday my wee darling!!
Lots of love,
Mommy
Awesome! Made me cry! No surprise there!
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