My dearest daughter,
You are now 6 months old and this time has flown and crawled at the same time. It's hard to believe all the things you have accomplished so far. You have gone from only nursing, to eating your oatmeal, fruits and veggies like a champ. You've gone from sitting in your rocker quietly and contentedly to rattling your toys and kicking your legs and engaging with people who walk by you. You've gone from sleeping through the night, to being up twice, to now only being up once. Mommy is hoping that eventually that will come full circle again. :) You can now sit up, shakily I'll admit, but you love it. You roll all over the place and enjoy "swimming" on your belly. And before I know it, that's going to turn into crawling. You are finally getting some hair, which is only making you marginally less bald. But that's ok, in time, I know you will have beautiful hair. You have eyes of the clearest and brightest blue. I'm not sure where they came from but they are enchanting, and they sparkle when you smile. You are finally starting to chub up a little bit, but I have a feeling you will always be Mommy's little peanut. I don't think your feet have grown at all since birth, they are so tiny! And you love to eat your toes. You can fit your whole foot in your mouth and you are quite happy to do so.
Your personality is so chill and you are happiest when you can be down on the floor playing and moving around. Sometimes a little bit of Mommy comes out in you and you start yelling and expressing your opinion, but for the most part, you are your Daddy, in looks and personality. Speaking of Daddy, he is hopelessly in love with you. His eyes light up when he sees you and he talks in that strange little voice when he holds you. You are his whole world. I'm not gonna lie, Mommy is a little jealous. Because there is no competing with how sweet and beautiful you are. Every one of your aunts and uncles adores you. They video tape you, take pictures of you, and strip you down to as few layers as possible to see as much of your cuteness as they can. They cannot get enough of you, no one can. They love everything about you.
I cannot tell you how much I appreciate that you love sleeping like a big girl in your own crib. My hat is off to the co-sleepers of this world because as much as I love you, I would lose my mind if you had to sleep in bed with me every night. Mommy enjoys her own sleeping space and your Daddy quite enjoys your Mommy, alone. :) And although everyone thinks that I would love for you to sleep through the night, I secretly enjoy our midnight snack and snuggle. It's our special quiet time and I love it. It's when Mommy closes her eyes and prays for you. For your present and future. That you will get a good night's sleep the rest of the night, and that God would send His angels to watch over you as you sleep. I pray for your toddler years, that I would be able to train you to be obedient and respectful. For your young school years, that you would enjoy learning and not feel pushed too hard. For your teenage years, that you would be kind, love the unlovables, stand firm on what you believe and be Jesus to everyone around you. For your young adult years, as you will probably meet the man who will be your husband. That you will practice what it means to be a godly wife, and that you will work to become that woman that would be a godly man's dream come true. For your years as a young mother, that you might be able to stay home and raise your kids, as I wish I could. That you would put their needs above your own. You will be a wonderful wife and mommy some day. I know it.
There are so many other things I wish I could say to you, Shayna Elizabeth. There isn't a day that goes by where I know Daddy and I made the right choice in naming you. Because "beautiful" could not be a more appropriate meaning for your name. I love you, my little Shayna-belle. With all my heart and soul. Happy half-birthday. Nothing brings me more joy than watching you blossom and grow. <3 It is one of my greatest joys being your mama.
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