Eleven Months

My Dear Fiona: You are eleven months old!

I have bittersweet feelings about this. I love all the growth you are making. I love the eighth tooth that's finally popped in. I love your increased confidence in walking. I love you first words, Mama, Dada, and Hi! I love all your grins, giggles, and babbles. I love how quickly your nekkid tushie scoots away from me as I try to do....anything. But I'm losing my BABY; she's being slowly replaced by this little toddler girl, bit by bit. You grow up and I slowly say goodbye to this stage of life, this baby stage.



So I'll continue to treasure the sweet moments where your babyhood remains. Your snuggles as you nurse goodnight. Your clinging fingers on my shoulder. Your nekkid tushie crawling away when you decided it's faster to crawl than toddle.

I love you sweet baby, sweet girl, sweet forever mine
Love
Mommy