Bittersweet

Man, I am sorry that these posts seem to only be coming weekly now.  I have great ideas for blog posts throughout the week, but never when I can just sit down and dash one off.  So, often I forget these "great ideas" by the time I sit down to write!

We had another fun and busy week together.  Libby's grandmothers both got to spend a little extra time with her this week since Michael was working out of town for the majority of it - and they hung the new window treatments in our bedroom (one of my birthday presents from them!)  She also got to meet my old friend from Augusta, Jill Smalley Cosgrove, who now lives just a few minutes north of us, her daughter, Madison (19 months), and her mom, who all got to visit us on Wednesday afternoon!  She also met one of my work friends from DC who was down visiting and Katy came over to cook dinner and hang out with us on Wednesday evening!  Of course, I have photos of none of these visits.  Why do I always forget to take photos when we see people?!  I guess we're just too busy enjoying each other to stop and think about it.

Oh - I know one topic I meant to write about: how big my baby is getting!  Since she's now spending such a great deal of time standing on the floor, it has hit me just how much she is growing and how tall she is getting.  I put her newborn and 0-3 month clothes into storage last weekend - a difficult task for sentimental me.  I was proud that I didn't cry.  But I did do it by myself so that I could wax nostalgic about my favorite outfits, onesies, etc.  As much as I'm excited about each new thing and watching my baby grow up and figure things out and watch her personality develop, it is bittersweet.  I feel like that word is just the right one to describe my feelings so often now.

I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to spend so much time with my girl.  I find myself shortening her nickname "Miss Baby" to "Miss B," because so often she seems more little girl than baby.  Oh she'll always be my baby and most moments are baby ones, to be sure, but there are more and more "little girl" things.  However, Thursday evening she was so tired that she didn't even want to sit up in her highchair.  (But it was not time for bed yet - we needed her to wait just a tad bit longer.)  We sat down for dinner and she fussed and reached for me to get her out.  Ahhhh.  As sad as I was for her that she felt sad, my heart filled with joy that she thought her mommy could help her. I happily let her sit on my lap during dinner because I know I won't have that opportunity for long.  Her daddy entertained her and cut up the delicious dinner my mom made to make it easier for me to still enjoy it hot.

Happy or not, there's nothing like your little girl reaching for you!  There have been so many "full heart" moments since January 8, 2010.  Even just the little things like her playing with your fingers absentmindedly while she drinks her bottle gets me every time.  I cherish every tender touch, belly laugh and tender embrace.