I was thinking today, about how three years ago I was laying on my couch on 130th ave, watching Sex and the City re-runs, praying to go into labor so I could get off bed rest and meet the baby girl I'd been dreaming about and wishing for, for so many years. (I'd only been on bed rest a week. My fluid was low and my doctor was out of town.) I can't believe how fast 3 years goes. I can remember staring at my belly, watching her move around in her very limited space, picturing her face and dreaming of holding her in my arms. Begging for the days to pass so I could just see her. So many people have told me that they knew they loved their babies while carrying them, but they didn't feel attached until a few weeks after their birth. I felt like I'd loved Emery from the second I knew she was growing inside of me. I was instantly so protective and I couldn't imagine loving her more... oh but I did!
In a short number of days, my beautiful baby girl will turn 3 years old. I've heard about and witnessed "3" being tougher than "2" and I think I'm prepared, but if the last few weeks are a prelude to this next year, I welcome it warmly. Emery has her moments, but she is a wonderful child. I am so incredibly proud to be her mom. She's gorgeous, but aside from that, her inquisitions amaze me, and her drive amazes me. Watching her grow from a baby to a little girl has been wonderful. I look forward to this year, as I honestly feel that I missed the last one. I won't get her 3rd year back, but I can make sure that this next one, and the ones after are as great as I can make them for her.
Great Wolf Lodge in 3 days! I can't wait to watch she and daddy flying down those slides. Christopher is the most amazing daddy and she has him wrapped around her little finger... just as she should. <3
Love my family so much.
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