Warning - the sap in this post is dangerously high.
Wow. I can't believe that I am writing this. I have been dreading this post for the past year. My baby is one. It is with amazement that I reflect on this year that has gone by faster than I ever could have expected. From the moment I looked at that tiny person just moments after she was born I was hooked. Completely. From then on every day has been the best day of my life. Every stage that has gone by I have done my best to savour and enjoy and just take EVERYTHING in. I thought that as long as I did that I would be totally ok with her growing up. But I'm not. Yes, I love, love, love watching her grow, learn new things, make discoveries. But nothing can bring back my one month old, my day old baby. This just reinforces in me how fragile and fleeting life truly is and how we must LIVE. Really LIVE. Love our loved ones and do our best to enjoy them. Enjoy the things that drive us crazy and realize that those things are small. That's really what we're here for, right?
As a parent, I feel so humbled to have been given a short charge over this amazingly beautiful little spirit. She makes me better. Pushes me to be the best I can be. For her. She's my little best friend and I love it.
The Lord was so wise when he created us. We learn line upon line, and as we seek we are given the ability to understand deeper and more profound truths. Love is no different. We love our parents, our siblings, our grandparents deeply. Then we marry, and think that we never would have thought we could love like this. And then comes a baby. How unprepared I was for the depth of love I would feel for my girl, and exponentially for my little family (Mark is amazing.) It's almost as if your insides expand and you feel open, not empty, but full (hard to describe but I know anyone who has had a child knows!).
After experiencing this I have a small inkling of what our Father in Heaven must feel for his children.
So here's to life. to children. to love. to the most amazing year of my life. and to many yet to come.
to Pyper
