You’re my sweet baby girl. My little hummingbird.
My love for you grows even greater every day.
But in this moment of a cuddle, the love I have for you is even more overwhelming.
You’ve been walking for months. You’ve become such a pro.
You run from room to room. Your feet like a cartoon.
But in this moment that you fall, I want to take all the tears you have and make them mine. I want to take away the scared feelings and the pain, experience it myself.
I rock you gently before a nap and really take notice of your hands. So tiny and delicate. I look at your small fingers, your skin is so soft.
In this moment your hands are a thing of great beauty, something I don’t usually have time to notice. It becomes a memory I’ll always have, no matter how old you are.
You wake up earlier from your nap than I was expecting. I’m still blow-drying my hair in the bathroom. You turn on the water in the tub and get into the cabinets. Stick your hands in the toilet, unroll the toilet paper.
I tell you no and you have a meltdown. I’m on the verge of losing my cool. I pick you up and place you on the bed.
I start tickling, you start laughing. In this moment the bed becomes a play mat. I flip you over and become your personal jungle gym.
You’re 18 months old now but it’s hard for me to accept. I still see you as a baby. I look at recent pictures of you, you’re becoming quite the little lady. No longer helpless but wanting to do things for yourself.
My sweet baby girl, my little hummingbird; I will love you always.