As Everly has transitioned through different stages so far, from newborn, to little baby, to crawler, to toddler, each stage I have felt torn. I have equally declared each one as my favorite stage with her, and at the same time I've felt a sense of loss that she is growing out of a particular stage. I sometimes miss her as a tiny newborn, and I wish she could stay little forever. At the same time, I love watching her grown and learn. I think this strange dichotomy comes because there have not been any rough stages with her. Sure, just the fact that she requires constant care and attention can be a challenge, but compared to my other babies, she has not any any rough stages. I have thoroughly enjoyed each one. She is such a joy to be around.
I know I keep saying this, but it keeps being true: My momma heart just about burst when she put on a necklace, two purses, and pushed her baby in the stroller. All my dreams of raising a little girl are coming true and it makes my heart explode!
My tiny valentine!