I’m lying in bed looking at my two loves deep in sleep. Both as precious as can be, I am so grateful and lucky. Whether it be with a child or a partner, love is the ultimate gift.
Yesterday someone said something that really got me thinking. In the last little while Angie has been getting spoiled by family and friends with having the luxury of being held almost all the time. Mother and father are also guilty, so i’m not going to point fingers and she is sooo darn cute… It is hard to resist. But Miss Angelina is growing at ample speeds. Now weighing in at 12lbs it can do a number on the biceps. Want tickets to the gun show? BAHAHA! Back to my story, we were talking about how holding Angie for awhile can get tiring, thats when he said it. She won’t want this forever. Soon as crawling and walking starts, things will change. All she wants right now is nuzzle time. Especially with mommy and daddy, she somehow always finds the perfect place on our chest, head placed on our heart and just drifts off into her dream world. How can such a small person give us such an undescribeable feeling? At the rate shes growing, the perfectness of cuddling up on my chest won’t be the same. She just fits perfectly.
But… New thought….
She will always fit perfectly. Yes, in a different way but perfectly. What I have learnt since the day she was born is time passes quicker now more than ever. Embracing those moments are key, but I can’t be sad knowing that this stage may almost be done because better is on its way, right? It has to be. We have so many firsts ahead of us. Her first word, her first unstoppable giggle, her first solids meal, her first tooth, her first step, her first dancing party with me… I could keep going. Naming those just brought a big smile to me face. Honestly sometimes these blogs are like my therapy. I can talk myself through my situations and bring light to my reality. So basically when one of her stages finish another begins. I can’t wait to experience each and every one of them.
So for now I’ll count my blessings every nuzzle time I get.
I don’t know how my parents did it, but every day since she was born I have felt a completely different sense of gratefulness. Hopefully Angie will say that about us one day.
I found this poem by Maya Angelou below. There are many different ways to interpret it, but I think it fits perfect here.
Sorry, I feel like this blog is all over the place today!
Until next time.
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a