Adeline,
Oh my, 40 weeks. Has it really been that long? Out as long as you were in. I hardly recognize the pictures of you as a newborn. I can’t picture you not being able to hold your head upright, or giggle when your Daddy tosses you in the air.

Child of mine, how the time flies. When I creep into your room at night to make sure you are warm, and that Chloe is near… that you have a nightlight and some toys to play with when you wake up, I can hardly picture you small, inside your crib.

Each day you become more your own person, real…with a personality to match.

As the morning light hits your window and you slowly wake up, I hear you stir and know soon the cooing will fill my room through the baby monitor that sits next to me. I hear you sit up, and take in your surroundings. Your toys and have awakened with you and conversation ensues. You to turn on the mobile and now your cooing is joined with the soft sounds of Beethoven or  Bach.  Every once in a while I hear you sigh, and I wonder… are you waiting for me? Are you waiting for me to come in and tell you it’s ok to start the day? But instead of disturbing your morning social, I’ll just listen… I know soon enough this time will be gone, and instead of waiting for the day to start because I say it’s time… you will run to me and let me know the sun has come up and now it is time.

And yet, while I can’t wait for the day to come that you climb out of your bed and join me in mine, all cuddly and warm… I still remember the days when you fell alseep in my arms and I was able to jusy hold you, and you were content. Those days are few and far between now. So I know the time that I get to listen to you tell your toys about what your plans are for that day will also pass all too soon.

So for now, I will lay here and listen to you tell your stories while Bach softly comforts you as you wait to start your day.