I realized for about the next couple of decades I will be in a continual state of doting, thinking on a near daily basis how big, grown up, and wonderful my baby is. (Yes, even when she's 30, she'll always always be my baby.)
M is growing and developing, and learning new things everyday and it's just absolutely amazing to witness.
I didn't walk until I was 18 months old— foreseeable explanation, perhaps, of why I'm such a weakling. As of today, M is 11 months, 6 days and this momma is sooper excited, sooper proud, sooper humble for being so blessed with such an amazing little girl. As Mom has sung to me and now me to M, 'Thank heaven for little girls!'.
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