Sunday, December 12, 2010

My Dearest Brooklyn...

When I found out I was pregnant with you, Daddy didn't believe me. Your Uncle Mark was the one who finally told him, "I think there really is another line there."  I couldn't imagine loving another child as much as I already loved your brother, Jack.  But your Grandma told me that my love would just multiply.  She was so very right.

When we found out that you were a girl, I was the one in disbelief.  I had no idea how amazingly sweet it would be to have a daughter.  But I know now.  You have a smile that lights up the room.  You've always liked me to hold you, and I love that about you.  I wish I could always hold you.

When you were born on that cold December morning, it was....incredible.  I was the one to pull you into my arms, perfect little you.  And I will never, ever forget the way that Daddy held you for the first time, as though you were the only two in the room.  You are captivating like that.

When you got sick at five weeks old and we had to take you to the ER, I cried.  I cried even more when they poked and prodded and gave you an IV in your  tiny hand.  But I look back on those next few days in the hospital with you fondly; we bonded during those quiet hours.

When you started to sit up and eventually crawl, Jack started to play with you more, and you two have become fast friends.  I love how he says, "I need Brooklyn in my room!" and how you giggle at his every move.  I hope you are always close friends and look out for each other.

When you were seven months old, Daddy and I took you to Florida.  You were the best traveler and a delight to everyone.  We got to see a lot of things and spend quality time together.  I know you won't remember it when you grow up, but I have some incredibly cherished memories from that trip with you.

When I sing silly songs about being in the kitchen or I sit down to play the piano, you dance and squeal, and it warms my heart.  I hope you'll let me teach you how to play the piano, but if you don't want to, that's ok too.

When we celebrated your first birthday today, I found it hard to believe that it's already been a year since that amazing day.  You are a delight to Daddy and me (and a lot of other people, too!), and we thank God that we have the privilege of being your parents.  We love you so very much, sweet Brooklyn.  Happy birthday.

Love,
Mommy





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