Ordinary, yet precious


Life is made of moments. Many are magical. Most are merely mundane.

Ordinary life. But within every second of mundane and ordinary, lies the power. The power to be present. The power to choose your words carefully. The opportunity to connect with others. The opportunity to love, show love, and be love. All we really have is this moment.

Life is made of moments. Some day, the moments will only be memories. Time is precious and people are precious and that’s really all we need to know. Treat both as such.

On Your 6th Birthday

My dearest Emma,

You are now six years old.  This year has been a whirlwind.  Heck, your whole life has been a whirlwind. How is it that you were so tiny just a little bit ago? A little bundle. It seems so far away, and at the same time, it feels like yesterday.

You want to be so big. We have a measuring chart hanging in our house and sometimes you check to see if you’ve grown everyday. You got your first big girl haircut, cutting your  waist long hair up around your shoulders. You just lost your first tooth, and already have another one a’wigglin’.  You want your ears pierced so badly, but your daddy is hesitant, so we’re putting you off a while longer. Just slow down a bit, kiddo. It goes so fast. We have time. We have time. There’s one thing, though. You still let me hold you. Every morning, you sit in my lap and let the sleep fade away in the dark morning. I love it so much.

You are the smartest kid. I am constantly amazed at your reasoning. You are sensitive and logical, also a bit melodramatic at times.  I might add you have a tad bit of a little temper. It’s not a good thing to have. Learn to control it and you’ll save yourself a whole lot of trouble down the road. You are witty and funny. You love a good joke and you think practical jokes are the funniest! We often find our bathroom toiletries all rearranged or your dad will find something you’ve stuck in his boot. You act silly and dance around the house unashamedly moving and grooving.

You are a pure joy. We have so many laughs and so many good times together. My favorite is when you say “I love you so much! You’re the best mommy in the world.” You have no idea how much I love you, Emma. You’re the best girl in the whole wide world!

XOXO,

Mama

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Two Year Old Snowman

Today is the first official snow of 2015 here in my corner of New Mexico.  Official snow in my book anyway.  There might have been a previous flurry or two, in which I consider that officially unofficial.

EK wanted to go build a snowman, but she didn’t want to wear all those clothes.  “They’re too tight.  They’re too tight,” she complained.  Also, the fact that they didn’t match produced a few tears, but after wearing them for a bit, she got used to the discomfort and fashion taboo-edness and didn’t want to come inside for forever.

It was a day of christening the Snowman Kit that EK bought for her daddy Christmas 2013.

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Her snowman when she was still two, but just barely.

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As JDub and EK packed on the snow forming a buddha-like belly for the snowman, I grew a bit nostalgic.  Today is January 13. In 15 days, my baby will turn three.  Two weeks and one day.  It’s not that I don’t know she’s about to turn three.  We’re in the throes of princess party planning, but sometimes the realness of a situation just hits you, you know?

I sat and thought of last year, of the snowman we built.  It seems like an eternity ago, and it seems like yesterday.  The thought struck me that this snowman will more than likely be the last snowman she will build as a two-year old.  The first and the last.

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Last year’s snowman, when she was still one, but barely. December 21, 2013

Even she knows how quickly time flies.  Recently, while holding up her little fingers just so, she said, “I’m two and I’m going to be three.  I’ve already been one.”  She’s already been one.  That’s over and done.  And in a few days, she will be able to say she’s already been two.

Excuse me while I blubber for a moment and go hold my girl, while she’s still two.

1 month old

My Darling Emma Kate,

I’m writing to you, my precious, even though I know you can’t read yet.  But you’re so smart, I’m convinced it will probably only take you another couple of months at the rate you’re going!    I want to capture your life and all its milestones, stepping stones, and rocky roads you travel until that glorious day when you string sounds together on paper and read words.  Then we can write your life together.  Won’t that be fun?

The first time I got to hold you.

You were already thinking, "I know this old gal."

You’ve walked this earth for one month today.  Technically you haven’t walked this earth.  You haven’t  crawled, scooted or even rolled this earth.  Rather you’ve been lugged and toted,  passed from person to loving person who simply adore you and practically come to blows over whose going to hold you next.  Truthfully, I’ve actually witnessed 2 grown men holler, “I’ve got her”  and race each other to your crib when you made the littlest possible squeak.  Teenagers used to do that when the telephone rang, back when I was a girl.

This is where your feet are while I type this, causing my mouse to move all over and my screens to disappear.

You are simply adored.  You have no idea how many people love you, and I do mean love you.  Full, unmeasured, unconditional love.   I update my Facebook status regularly with posts all about you and show your pictures and can you believe that people who aren’t even your blood kin call you beautiful!!  And that’s because you are.  Just remember to always act beautifully, okay?  What your insides look like is more important in this life than your outsides.  Beauty fades, sweet girl.  But right now, you own it.   You have the sweetest round face, the longest eyelashes, and the best smile of any baby I’ve ever seen. You’ve been smiling since we first saw you.  People say it’s gas, but I believe you’re happy to be here.  You had to wait a long time, but now you’re here.

Your pudgy belly hangs over your little newborn britches, making you absolutely squeezable.  You are weighing in at a hefty 9 lbs .3 ounces and are 20 7/8″ long.  The doctor says you look great, you are about in the 50th percentile in height, weight, and head size, which is just a big way of saying you’re absolutely perfect!  Your lungs sound good.  You are a healthy girl, fearfully and wonderfully made in His image, and oh how I thank Him daily for you.

You, one month old

You are strong and are beginning to hold your head up for longer and longer periods of time.   You were alert from day one, and other than beautiful, it’s the second most commented aspect of your personality.  Sometimes, it’s as if you are just going to open your mouth and start talking.  Your aunt Jolea said it’s as if you have an old soul.  My friend, Mrs. Z said you act like a 3 month old in a newborn outfit.

Having some tummy time on the Boppy.

Lots of people say you look like your daddy, a few say me, and a handful say there are parts of your grandpa in you.  Even I see that sometimes, especially when you first wake up all groggy acting, and tufts of hair from your balding head are  sticking out on the sides.

I already think you’ve grown so much this first month, and I want time to slow down, but at the same time, I can’t wait to see who you’re going to be.  Are you going to be outgoing?  Daredevilish? Reserved?  Quiet? Creative? Outdoorsy?  Will you like peas and bananas or will you spit them out?  I already know you’re going to love strawberries because I dreamed it.  I can’t wait to hear you laugh, and I look forward to our future.  We are going to have such fun.

your favorite pastime these days

You are the light of my life.  My sunshine.  You make me happy all the time, when skies are gray or blue.

You will never, never, never know how much I love you, baby girl.

XOXO,

Mommy