When I want to work on a project or sleep through the night or drink my coffee without little chubby hands grabbing the mug and sloshing liquid out...
I remember the words of those mamas, and I know that here,
here in the thick of baby, I want to live wild and full and with intention and purpose.
Kissing her fat cheeks as often as I can. Holding her while I cook or clean -maybe she's spoiled but I will never get to hold her like this again. Lying on the floor next to her.
It's going so fast, and there is no rewind, no re-record, no take two.
I've started taking one picture a day of us on self timer. At some point during the day, I'll grab the camera and set it on something nearby. I want memories of this ordinary extraordinary time. Someday, she'll pull the albums off the shelf, and we'll go through them together. "This is when you were starting to sit up." "Your baby laugh was the sweetest." "That outfit was one of my favorites to dress you in."
What an enormous blessing you are to me, Anna Hope. I love living life with you more than I ever thought I could.