I remember when…

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My Dear Little Spawnie, My Journey, Little LadyBug, My Sweet Lil’ J,

I remember when I planned your existence, or tried to at least.
I remember when your daddy said “ok, let’s do this,” or something to that effect.
I remember when I saw two lines on the pregnancy test, and I couldn’t believe it. My arms were shaking, and I took another test.
I remember when the word “pregnant” lit up across the screen. Your daddy still didn’t get it. I had to spell it out.
I remember wondering if you’d stick around, almost every day of my pregnancy.
I remember the first time I knew it was you kicking inside me, and the way your daddy’s eyes lit up when he felt it too.
I remember stressing about how you would come into the world, even though I kept telling myself not to.
I remember the blessing your daddy gave me before you were born, and feeling relief.

I remember the moment you were placed in my arms, and saying “Hi baby!” You were so chunky and big, yet so tiny at the same time.
I remember the first time I nursed you, and wondering how long we’d last.
I remember taking you home from the hospital decked out from head to toe, and dressing you up every day since then.

I remember your first smile. Your first laugh in your sleep.

I remember when you first met Snoop. You were best friends instantly. And he rarely leaves your side today.

I remember our first trip together. You slept on the flight and the first 7 after that.
I remember people holding you as a newborn and wondering what they meant by you making their uterus ache. Now I get it.
I remember how calm you were when you were passed around all day. But how extra happy you were by my side.

 

I remember the first time you said “dada” even though I had been saying “mama” to you every day from day one.
And the time you said “dada” on command when your daddy was recording it. I was in disbelief.
When you said “mama” my heart melted. Even though you were whining to be picked up. I remember that.

I remember when your first tooth came in.
And the your first taste of food. You licked the bowl afterward.

I remember when you used to cry at night when we’d lay you down to sleep. Now you fall asleep on your own without a hitch.
I remember when you would wake up in the middle of the night, before I went to bed, and I’d bring you downstairs for 2am photoshoots with my phone.
I remember tickle fights, and your belly laughs, they are music to my ears.

I remember agonizing over raising you right, wondering if I was doing it the right way. I still do, but now I’m more confidant.

I remember when you first sat up, rolled over, cruised across the floor–backwards first, and now, your first steps.

I remember these things like it was yesterday, yet it all began a year ago. A year ago today.

You changed my life forever.

I love you.

Happy Birthday

Forever Bliss Photography

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20 Comments

  1. You made me cry…in a good way! You are such a great mom; it’s so obvious how much you adore your daughter. And your husband, too! I love following this blog.

  2. Love this! It’s been so fun to follow along the first year of her life. What a cute baby girl you have and what a great momma you are. I have to say, her blessing day picture with the shifty eyes is my absolute favorite.

  3. Awww, and I remember all of these moments too because you have done such a wonderful job at documenting all of these amazing moments in your baby girl’s life–from the silly to the milestones.

    I hope you and your family enjoy this special day in your lives!

  4. This post is so beautiful! I can’t believe how fast she is growing and how quickly her 1st birthday has come! I can’t wait to read the birthday recap! Oh yeah…I’m totally jealous that you were able to get her to do a messy cupcake picture! My son cried when we tried it! Lol!

  5. Happy Birthday to her! I love how her hair went from laying flat against her head to getting so curly! Get ready for another year of fun. I’m sure that Little J is going to be one of the best dressed TODDLERS around!

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