It's that formal acknowledgement of that very special day that some mama, somewhere, celebrated a miracle happening in this world. She had her breath taken away as she looked at this tiny little baby and realized, 'this one is mine'.....to hold, to hug, to kiss, to teach, to learn from, to snuggle....and to love and be loved.
And, every day forward, that day will be imprinted into that mama's mind as "the day".
We hit a milestone last week. Maya's first half-a-year-birthday.
Some might think it was just a little crazy and a little over the top to celebrate, but I couldn't wait to show her how fun her parents really are! I also realized how I want to celebrate getting closer to 'that day' that my heart fell in love with someone that I had never met.
6 Balloons.
A half-a-cake.
Lots and LOTS of rounds of singing, "Happy Birthday"!
A morning ride around her new size 3 diapers.
A beautiful warm evening walk.
A finale (and bittersweet ending) to "the perfect candlelit bath" that took place every night on our kitchen island....our hardwood floors were at risk of warping and Dan and I didn't want to have to wear ponchos, so we've had to make a transition.
Trying sweet potatoes for the first time. These sweet potatoes are her Lays Potato Chips. She couldn't just eat one bite. Or two....but the whole container seemed to do.
And, a weekend visit to Maya's favorite little people. Two cousins who know she's not as "fragile" as she once was...they've found their groove with making her smile, holding her just right and tickling her. Love is in the air when these three are together.
The celebration continues...of the simple moments of each day....and each month...and for the 'latter half' of her half-a-year.
Loving this moment indeed.
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