After a brief hiatus from the blogging world, it's nice to be back!
Austin turned 18 months today, and it was fun to celebrate with her and eat ice cream and reminisce with Joe about what a wonderful time we've had raising her so far.
What follows is a sappy poem, but my daughter is growing up far more quickly than expected and I need an outlet, so give this pregnant momma a break :)
On Your Turning 18 Months
We went for ice cream, just the two of us.
Vanilla, but with plenty of strawberries
because they’re your favorite
and chocolate because it’s mine.
In the evening, after dinner, we read two stories.
You held your blanket tightly and asked
for more books.
I said, “no baby, it’s time for bed.”
When I put you down, you cried
Of frustration, maybe, or worry.
Eventually, your father came in.
He picked you up and rocked you
back to sleep.
But when he laid you down
you screamed for us.
We took turns soothing you;
it was on my turn
that you finally fell asleep.
First, your hand was wrapped
around my index finger.
But, slowly, you loosened your grip
as you entered into a peaceful slumber.
Sitting on the floor next to you,
listening to the steady rhythm of your breath,
I leaned my head against your crib
and sobbed silent tears. For what,
I can’t quite say.
For joy and gratitude
and a very sharp sense of all the moments
So tonight I’ll say just one more prayer
and listen to you breathing for just a few more moments
before I go to bed myself
and enter into my own peaceful slumber.