If I had all the money in the world I would pay a photographer to follow me around daily to capture all of my life moments with A. There are so many memories I want to take a snapshot of so once she’s gone I can come back and revisit those memories over and over again, long after my memory has failed me. I always knew with every ounce of my being that I wanted to be a mama, but I had no idea how much I would love it. Even on the tough everything-is-making-me-angry-because-I’m-cutting-teeth kinds of days there is so many good moments. There is no one in this world that can be make me ridiculously frustrated then bust into a fit of laughter like this girl can. Seriously.
Some of my biggest memories of childhood were with my mom in the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked bread, messy recipes and the patience she had with us. She constantly allowed us to help no matter what the project and no matter how much longer she knew it would take. I’m thriving to be the same kind of mama with A. No matter what my sweet girl is doing, once she hears me with a “I need your help please,” her sweet face lights up and she’s dashing into wherever I am. There is nothing that fills her up than my asking for her help, which instantly bursts my heart. We’ve made countless dinners together, we’ve used up a large amount of time but those moments of pure excitement every time I ask her to help pour or mix or roll something, is worth every single extra moment that it takes, it’s worth every single unexpected mess.
