MY beautiful girl. She’s all mine. My heartbeat. My joy. I call her “Button” because of her cute little nose. And “Dimples” because of, you guessed it, those dimples. She has chubby cheeks and chubby legs and the looonnngggeeesssttt eyelashes ever. I miss her when she’s asleep and sometimes sneak in to just watch her dream.
Nine months old. How did it get here so quickly? She took her first steps last week, the day before her milestone, and I was so proud of her and a little heartbroken at the same time. With those few wobbly footsteps, she left tiny babyhood behind and laughed, giggled, smiled her way towards toddlerhood.
Only three months left of her first year.
It’s not nearly long enough.