As the days pass in your sweet imaginative little life, the pressure to remember your little quirks is becoming unbearable. Too many sweet moments have taken place and I fear I’m losing track. As a mom, I know I need to write these things down so here we are. For you my dear daughter, I shall start to write big and little moments I don’t want to forget. Forgive me now, for I fail at blogging. If I should fail to write something down, remember it is always in my heart; forever treasured.
Today, while your tearful pregnant Momma dreaded the coming hours when we would drop your Daddy off for a month away, you so graciously gave me your pacifier and comforted me. You gave up your most prized possession and lovingly asked if I was ok. I couldn’t be more grateful for your tender spirit.