My sweet sweet girl,
You are three years old today. I’m not going to say it’s bittersweet. It’s not really. I love you more and more every day so to see you turn three is just a celebration of how much my love has grown for you.
one day old
As I nurse and snuggle Asa, it’s hard to imagine that my big grown up girl was ever as tiny. Yet, I occasionally get waves of memories about my baby Lydia. I’ll remember how your feet touched the rocking chair as I nursed you. I remember you stretching like a little rubberband when you woke up. I remember your hair, your ears and your little bitty mouth. And although I’d love to rewind time and hold my baby Lydia again, I could NEVER EVER be more excited about who you are today.
one year old
I adore every new word that comes out of your mouth. I cherish every minute we spend together. I’m excited about exploring each new day with you. I can’t wait to see how you develop and learn and grow at every stage. My heart is full as I see you learn to be a helper, a giver and a thoughtful girl.
two years old
I know you won’t remember your 3rd birthday. But I will. And I pray that the love your Daddy and I have for you will be a foundation to support and encourage you your entire life.
newly three
Happy Birthday to my sweet sweet baby girl. My new three year old.
I love you,
Mommy
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by oh amanda on October 2, 2007
in baby shower,contest,family,gifts,life,lydia,me,memories,moms,motherhood,parenting,party,photos,pregnancy,sisterchicks
Happy Panda is hosting a giant Baby Shower for Janice and Susan at 5m4m. They are twin sisters who are were pregnant at the same time. Little Olivia was born this week and Sophia is due very soon! So, to join in the fun (and gifts!) of the shower, I’m going to share a little of my baby story! They’re asking everyone to share a picture of their baby bump, their birth story and even a l&d picture. (I don’t have one of those…)
I loved being pregnant. I felt beautiful even while my body expanded! It’s fun because everyone else is so excited. I didn’t even mind people rubbing my belly. I wanted them to love my baby! And I felt so loved at my baby showers. My sisterchicks threw me the most fun one–a pink & green shower. Everything from the decor to the food was pink and green to match Lydia’s bedding. The guests were instructed to wear pink to the shower! They even made a scrapbook–from everyone at the shower to Lydia. Each person signed it and wrote a note to Lydia about me. What a precious gift.
Then my psudeo-mom in Birmingham threw me a shower (they call it a Tea in Birmingham, y’all!) and it was just precious. It was decorated to rival anything of Martha’s. I felt so special.
I remember looking in Lydia’s room after the shower–there was no furniture, just mounds of presents, gobs of giftbags! It was like Babies R Us had exploded in there. I loved looking at all the precious gifts. They were little pieces of love to me.
My birthstory was pretty normal. I had an check-up on Wednesday, they kept me because the amniotic fluid was low, my water broke Wednesday night. I started having contractions about midnight. And she was born at 9:31am. And I was in love. Here’s a picture of when we first got to hold her for a long period of time. You can see her little hands are still blue. The blood had not even made it there yet! She was brand new!
My first ultrasound story is more exciting than the birth story. And here‘s how we broke the news to our fam.
Anyway, that’s a little of my baby story. If you click over to 5m4m you can join in the baby shower by reading more baby stoires, sharing your story and hopefully win some fun prizes. (Uh, like a million fun prizes. Including a few of my favorite things I’ve ever owned. And a ton of stuff I wished I had.)
Tye dyed pajamas.
Slippers with boa feathers.
Ballerina tutu.
Baseball cap.
And my husband has my camera. *sigh*
