Monday, March 28, 2016

A Note to My Baby Girl: You're 8 Months Old!

Girl you're my angel, your my darling, angel. Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby.
Ok, not the most conventional mother-daughter song...for example, I've never been incarcerated. But, you're totally my shorty and you are a queen and that's how you should be treated. 
Nora, I have so much guilt not being up to date with these monthly posts, and not doing a little photo shoot each time. So. Much. Guilt.
Everyone tells me you wont care, and that I'm being neurotic (Ok, I'm adding that myself)...Just know it's just because I'm doing a trillion things at this point in our lives, and I'd rather hang with you than sit on the computer. I binge write when I get 5 minutes. 
 You are zero to sixty my friend. 
Happy and giggly to sobbing in minutes. 
You just have a lot of feels, I get it.
 You look so much like your brother. 
But you definitely have your own look.
 You are beautiful beyond words.
You take my breath away daily.
 You love being carried.
If I set you down you freak out.
Sometimes it's troublesome because there's like, a mountain of laundry sitting there, but when I'm away from you I crave that closeness. 
I don't know what I'll do with myself when you're too big to carry.
My girl, I could not be prouder.
You're a dream.

Love, Mama.

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