Breaking the Silence

I meant to start blogging regularly after we got back from vacation.

Well.

We can all see how that worked out, can’t we?

One month later and it’s been so long and so much has happened that every time I sit down to try and write about it I feel overwhelmed and quit.

Kind of the way I feel about deep cleaning the house sometimes.

But, I’ve got a special reason for hopping on here today.

You see, today is a very special day. It’s the day that my biggest little girl turns three years old. And I’ve been scratching my head all day trying to figure out how this itty bitty baby…

…turned into this beautiful little girl…

Because much as I hate to admit it, that’s what she is. Not so much a baby, not even really so much a toddler anymore, but a little girl.

I love you, Lily. You were worth all 41 weeks of pregnancy, 14 hours of labor, and 60 minutes of pushing.

You were worth quitting my job so I could be with you.

Worth every single dirty diaper and potty training mess.

Worth every, “I-don’t-understand-why-you-are-still-crying-what-in-the-world-have-I-gotten-myself-into!” sleepless night.

Worth all the temper tantrums and poochie lips and crabby days.

In fact, all it really takes is one kiss, one sweet smile, one “I wub you soooo much Mommy,” to wipe those memories away.

You are one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given, I don’t deserve you and I am woefully inadequate when it comes to the responsibility of raising you.

I will never, ever be everything you need me to be, but I know Someone who IS all you need and if the only thing I do right in this life is introduce you to Him, I’ll have done the most important thing I could.

Love,
Mama