One week. Seven days. 168 hours. It's truly not very long when you think about it. Usually I find myself wishing weeks away, looking forward to a big event or the next season. However for the past year I've wished all my time would slow down. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that there would be a time that I would benefit from time slowing down, or even pausing. Not pausing forever, but pausing for a moment. The special ones, the ones that deserve to be relived. Motherhood changes everything though. Now I stall all my time, instead of wish it away. This week in particular I wish would pause. Just be one long week of perfection. Where my baby is still a tiny baby, because really and truly that is all that I want. For my baby to remain my baby.
How has a year even passed. How am I one week out from my baby girl turning one years old? I honestly dont even have the words yet.
Today was a beautiful day. We laughed and sang, we danced, we snuggled, and were goofy. It was a perfect day for me. It ended with my tiny girl in footie pajamas snuggling me in bed. I wouldnt change anything about today. I loved it, I embraced it.
The problem, is that at the end of this week I will have a toddler. My baby girl will turn o.n.e. And honestly I don't know how thats possible. I know I just need to enjoy these last few days, and trust me, I will. Theres no doubt there.
In the end, I just want to do right by her. She won't remember this time. She'll remember what I said about this time, how I documented this time, what we did with this time. So I make a vow, that the next week will be nothing short of fabulous. Your last week as a baby will be wonderful, even with mommy's tears.
I love you so much Brooklyn Grace. I can't wait to see what next year has in store for you.