My dear, sweet, darling Emma. Today is Mother's day, May 11, 2008 and what an incredible day it has been. You made me a mommy! I don't even know where to begin when it comes to expressing the love that I have for you. You are almost five months old and I am really getting to know you...and you are really starting to get to know me. From the moment you were born I have had this unbreakable attachment to you and overwhelming love, but in the last couple of days you have become increasingly attached to me! How timely Emma...just in time for Mother's day! Everyday I am blown away by how smart you are, and beautiful and happy. You are so eager to try new things and I can tell your little body is holding you back from all the things you're dying to try. You'll grow fast enough for the both of us. I love you so much. The word love doesn't do any justice for the emotion I experience whenever I am near you, see you, or even think of you. You have done so many things for me Emma. You have made me a stronger, happier, healthier, braver woman. With you, I feel like I can tackle all my fears and trials with ease and you have given me the type of responsibility that was necessary for me to jump beyond myself and be part of something that is much, much bigger than I am. While I have always had a purpose on this earth, yours is truly the most profound and perfect. I feel honored to be your mommy and I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay you for all that you have done for me.
We are going to have so much fun! I absolutely love my life because of you! Every morning when I wake up I get giddy inside at the thought of walking into your room and seeing your little head poke up out of the crib with the biggest smile slapped across your face. I love holding you and feeling your breath against my neck. I love when we're in the car and I hear you yawn in the backseat and coo and laugh. I adore when you're standing on my lap and you tap your little feet like you're doing a dance, and you get so excited Emma...about everything! When someone walks in the room you smile. If someone looks at you, you smile. If another baby is laughing, you laugh. When Gary licks your face, you smile. I love when I'm walking around with you on my hip because you just fit there as if my hips were carved to match your sweet, little body. You cling to me like a little monkey as I go about my business. You love me. I can tell when we're in a crowded room. You're perfectly content being passed around and sharing your affection with others, but as soon as you're handed back to me you bury your little face in the crook of my neck and then turn to look at me straight in the eyes. You have your moments of playfulness, but there are times when you look so deeply in my eyes as if you're searching for my soul, and you must find it because you have this all-knowing smile. I understand that you won't always be my tiny little Emma 'nae ('nae 'nae, naner-bug, bubus, sugar pea, flower, punkin, baba-girl, Emma-nade, Em, Emma-nem, little turtle etc...) and I won't always get to excitedly select your outfits and hair bows and give you baby massages, but you will ALWAYS be my darling daughter.
I vow to be the best mommy I can possibly be for you. I am trying my hardest to raise you to be a kind, compassionate, respectful, polite, creative, happy, genuine, intelligent, self-sufficient, honest, clean, well-rounded woman. I hope to bring you up believing in the beauty and good in the world. There are always going to be horrible things, in every land, through every generation. What is more rare than a diamond, however, is an optimistic (not naive) woman who chooses to leave the world better than she found it. I thank Heavenly Father every day for this opportunity, to be your mom, and I pray with all my heart that I can be the person you need me to be, to help you become the person you are supposed to be. I love you Emma. I love everything about you, down to your sweet little toes and pouty, rose-bud lips. Daddy and I are here for you, no matter what happens throughout your life...we will ALWAYS love you and I will make it my life's mission to be sure you never have to wonder how much your parents love you. And I also want you to know how much your father and I love each other. We are hopelessly, unabashedly in love. He is my best friend and we have so much fun together. You have completed a very loving puzzle. My sweet baby, as I write this you are sleeping soundly across the hall, and I want you to know that as soon as I type my last word and close my computer I will be walking into your room to kiss your chubby cheek and wish you sweet dreams. I hope that no matter how old you are as you're reading this that you can perceive the love that is dripping from every sentence. You're my heart, Emma, and you've given me a very memorable Mother's day.
We are going to have so much fun! I absolutely love my life because of you! Every morning when I wake up I get giddy inside at the thought of walking into your room and seeing your little head poke up out of the crib with the biggest smile slapped across your face. I love holding you and feeling your breath against my neck. I love when we're in the car and I hear you yawn in the backseat and coo and laugh. I adore when you're standing on my lap and you tap your little feet like you're doing a dance, and you get so excited Emma...about everything! When someone walks in the room you smile. If someone looks at you, you smile. If another baby is laughing, you laugh. When Gary licks your face, you smile. I love when I'm walking around with you on my hip because you just fit there as if my hips were carved to match your sweet, little body. You cling to me like a little monkey as I go about my business. You love me. I can tell when we're in a crowded room. You're perfectly content being passed around and sharing your affection with others, but as soon as you're handed back to me you bury your little face in the crook of my neck and then turn to look at me straight in the eyes. You have your moments of playfulness, but there are times when you look so deeply in my eyes as if you're searching for my soul, and you must find it because you have this all-knowing smile. I understand that you won't always be my tiny little Emma 'nae ('nae 'nae, naner-bug, bubus, sugar pea, flower, punkin, baba-girl, Emma-nade, Em, Emma-nem, little turtle etc...) and I won't always get to excitedly select your outfits and hair bows and give you baby massages, but you will ALWAYS be my darling daughter.
I vow to be the best mommy I can possibly be for you. I am trying my hardest to raise you to be a kind, compassionate, respectful, polite, creative, happy, genuine, intelligent, self-sufficient, honest, clean, well-rounded woman. I hope to bring you up believing in the beauty and good in the world. There are always going to be horrible things, in every land, through every generation. What is more rare than a diamond, however, is an optimistic (not naive) woman who chooses to leave the world better than she found it. I thank Heavenly Father every day for this opportunity, to be your mom, and I pray with all my heart that I can be the person you need me to be, to help you become the person you are supposed to be. I love you Emma. I love everything about you, down to your sweet little toes and pouty, rose-bud lips. Daddy and I are here for you, no matter what happens throughout your life...we will ALWAYS love you and I will make it my life's mission to be sure you never have to wonder how much your parents love you. And I also want you to know how much your father and I love each other. We are hopelessly, unabashedly in love. He is my best friend and we have so much fun together. You have completed a very loving puzzle. My sweet baby, as I write this you are sleeping soundly across the hall, and I want you to know that as soon as I type my last word and close my computer I will be walking into your room to kiss your chubby cheek and wish you sweet dreams. I hope that no matter how old you are as you're reading this that you can perceive the love that is dripping from every sentence. You're my heart, Emma, and you've given me a very memorable Mother's day.
From the bottom of my heart, I love you!
Mommy
Dear, darling, little Emma,
Yesterday morning, I woke up and walked quietly into your room while singing, "Happy Birthday". You peaked at me through your blankets and I could tell by your eyes, that beneath your tightly held pacifier you were smiling brightly. This has been my favorite year. Together, we have learned more about love and how to appreciate life than I have in my 25 years. I love you Emma. You and daddy are my best friends. I find it hard to believe that it was one year ago when we met for the first time. I have thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of being your mommy. I look forward to when I can get you up out of your crib in the morning and see what new things you have learned. I love deciding what to feed you throughout the day, and where to take you. You have been a pleasure to take care of, especially since you are one of the most easy going children I've come across. You love to laugh, and smile. You get a kick out of the silliest things-including Gary, your beagle, running around the house. You just recently decided that you don't like most fruits and vegetables which is surprising since you've always been a champion eater, and although I still insist on doing your hair everyday, you've gotten pretty good and ripping your bows out once I turn my back. You love taking baths in the big tub and play with your shark and fishy bath toys. You say the words, "Mama", "Dada", "Thank You", "Yeah", "Ball", "No", and "Gentle", and "Puppa"- how fast you learn! I hope you take this ability and desire to learn with you througout your life. Your actual birthday was such a swirl of emotions, filled with happiness, pain, and exhaust. The first time I held you, I couldn't believe you were real, let alone my child! I loved the way you smelled, how soft you were, and the sound you made when you sucked your pacifier. I still enjoy those things, in addition to the squeal of delight you make when you're swinging at the park. I love the way you shake your little hips any time you hear music. I can't get enough of the games you play: patty cake, "how big is Emma", peek a boo, give me five etc. I love that when you grin, there are also two little teeth smiling back at us. I love that your favorite toy is a ball, and that you're sitting in your "big-girl" car seat, and starting to take unassisted, wobbly steps. I love that you're mine...all mine!
Happy Birthday Turtle! My beautiful little 1 year old.
I love you,
Mommy
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