Today marks 7 months of being at home, raising our darling, sweet baby. It also marks my (almost) halfway point of maternity leave.
Dearest Mila,
My days are filled with loving you.
When you wake, I'm utterly sleepy and groggy until your beaming smile clears the fog. You squeal and stomp your feet so excitedly; your whole-hearted joy turns into my whole-hearted joy and I forget the sun hasn't even risen yet. I watch your curious eyes take everything in - new and old. They follow sounds, and search for the familiar and favourite. I see the sun cast a glow around your face. Mimicking exactly how you feel, in my heart. Sometimes I do the dishes, make a meal, or tidy up... but most of the time I tell myself it can wait - because being present with you is my most important job. I nurse you and close my eyes to lock in how it feels: your warm chest, the sound of your quick breaths, the tickle of your soft fingers and palm dancing around on my arm, and the push of your pillowy feet tucking into my belly. I breathe you in when you cuddle in close, and that's all it takes for my heart to overflow. And oh, the kisses. Not a single day passes without showering you in hundreds of kisses. Kisses for no reason, and for every reason. We dance. We sing. We giggle at the dog. We marvel at the trees, swaying in the wind. We listen to the birds chirping, then to the crunch of the leaves, then to the crackling of the snow and ice. We play and learn together. You are learning sounds and textures and tastes. I am learning unconditional love, simplicity, and the value of being present. We are together.
My days are full. Full of love, of energy, of laughter, of cuddles and kisses. These simple days are my most valuable memories. They are my most important accomplishments and my biggest source of pride. They swell my eyes with happy tears, and grow my heart. They make me better.
Love Always,
Your Mama
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