I have written this before, but it is absolutely worth repeating: I cannot wait until you have reached the age where you are no longer fascinated with my bathroom activities.
I two-armed a particularly large batch of items, and as I tossed them into the washing machine you started howling. You were off my lap and head first into the washer before I could react. Over the shoulder you threw item after item, digging deep into the pile of stinkables waiting to be cleaned.
You know I love you more than words. You are my everything, and I orbit around you as does the earth the sun. I love spending almost every moment I can with you. Note that word, “almost…”
Welp, daughter o’ mine… you will be an only child for only so much longer. This is how we chose to announce Mommy’s pregnancy to the world.
My whole life, I’ve watched parents swat at their children’s hands in stores. I didn’t want to follow that path, so I’ve explored the world with my daughter instead.
It is November 15th, and I am sitting in a hotel room in Moorhead, Minnesota, missing you dearly…