My little Brynlee girl is nearly eleven months old.
In just a few days she will be. eleven. months.
I don't know how that's possible.
She is fully walking now and has the best sense of humor.
She wants to eat and drink everything that Ryan & I do and she's always "asking" to go outside.
She is obsessed with her Dad and says "da-da" all day long.
She knows that "listen to music" means the record player and she's always dancing to her own beat, music or not.
Sometimes she looks at me and I feel like I can see her when she's 18. It's the most bizarre thing. To think, a year ago, I was carrying her in my body, not sleeping, feeling like I was about to explode, and now she's walking around, signing "more" and "milk" and getting stronger every day.
This sweet little soul is such a beam of light and I am so incredibly honored to get to be her mom. Every day, I get to see just a little bit more of who she is and who she's going to be. What a gift that is.
In just a few days she will be. eleven. months.
I don't know how that's possible.
She is fully walking now and has the best sense of humor.
She wants to eat and drink everything that Ryan & I do and she's always "asking" to go outside.
She is obsessed with her Dad and says "da-da" all day long.
She knows that "listen to music" means the record player and she's always dancing to her own beat, music or not.
Sometimes she looks at me and I feel like I can see her when she's 18. It's the most bizarre thing. To think, a year ago, I was carrying her in my body, not sleeping, feeling like I was about to explode, and now she's walking around, signing "more" and "milk" and getting stronger every day.
This sweet little soul is such a beam of light and I am so incredibly honored to get to be her mom. Every day, I get to see just a little bit more of who she is and who she's going to be. What a gift that is.
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