Last night a physical sickness hit me and I couldn’t sleep because of it.
I crept out of the bedroom leaving my husband and EK snoozing soundly, grabbed a down comforter, my robe, and headed to the couch where I still couldn’t sleep.
I got my laptop and for a reason unknown, I began looking at pictures I had stored on it. For three hours, I looked at my baby’s pictures and videos from way back.
Oh my heart.
My cheeks began to hurt and I realized I’d been wearing a smile for a very long time.
You tried to tell me how precious, beautiful, adorable, etc., etc. she was and boy, were you right.
Now that I’m a bit removed from that baby-baby stage, I can’t hardly believe how wonderful she was. And she still is, just bigger.
It’s just that when you’re in the big middle of it, sometimes you see through a glass darkly. Or as J-Dub would say, your tail lights are brighter than your headlights.
But last night, everything carried a new light. The way her hair grew. The dimples on her hands, her budding teeth, the way her rolls of fat lay upon one another, her grins and her frowns.
I sat and watched each little video from before she was born where I videoed her kicking in the womb, to her cooing, to rolling, to her wounded soldier crawl, to sitting, and all the beautiful steps in between.
After breakfast this morning, I sat her in my lap with the computer and continued my nostalgic trip. She knew that was baby Emma on the screen and her face wore the most proud expression as she watched herself growing up and doing this little things that we praised.
Our movie watching didn’t last long. She wanted to read a Monkey book, and color on the TV with a blue marker, get in the clothes I was folding, eat fish and peaches, then play with the dogs and chickens.
Now she stomps around in too big play shoes, puts Cheerios in her ears, and throws a mean temper tantrum.
We’re just doing life over here.
I have to remind myself that these mundane, day-to-day chores are the little things that become the big things. In another year, I’ll be watching the videos and studying the pictures from this season of our life together and realizing how precious, beautiful, adorable etc., etc., she was.
I must tell myself to live in the moment.
Yes, truer words were never spoken (or rather written!) she is EVERY BIT of all that! But, you left out how very, very SMART she is! For the love of PETE. . . . .she can COUNT to THOIRTEEN!!!!!!!
Oh my Angel .. please, please do try to remember every day that the “little things DO become the big things” later! I so remember looking at that picture of her in her pink “swaddler” and thinking that has to be the most gorgeous baby ever! (and that is saying a lot from someone who has had kids, grandbabies and great-grandbabies of her own!) If you tell them I said that, I’ll deny it 🙂 She is still adorable and a “fashionista” , beads and all!!! Until next time .. Donna H.
Yes, she loves her necklaces! And I would agree, she is the most gorgeous girl ever!!