A week ago Monday, my sweet little Princess #3 turned one. I'm really not certain how it happened as I'm POSITIVE that I stopped time at some point over the course of the last 12 months. At least I prayed really really hard for time to stop. I need it to stop because my memory is not so great. And I'm afraid with the breakneck speed at which time is going, I'm going to forget all the beautiful, wonderful things that make my baby, my baby. Her sweet breastmilk breath and her drunk, milky smiles. Her peach fuzzy head that is just now beginning to turn out longer locks of dark hair. The way when she stands and walks her little legs bow in a bit and she looks like a mini sumo wrestler getting ready to match. Her tiny little rolls on her thighs, not too much, not too little. Someday, when those return, she'll lament them. Right now I love them. Her babble of "mamamamama" when she wants me, and how she squeezes with all her little might and nuzzles her head in my neck when I pick her up. I love how she makes me feel complete when I look at her, when she looks at me. Such unconditional love. Such sweet innocence. Definitely worthy of stopping time for.
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Your post brought tears to my eyes! I thought, "Yes, yes I know exactly what you are talking about!" I wish I could bottle that up and on the days when we have that no longer, just open the bottle and savor that sweetness again for a moment.
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