First letter

Dear Olivia,

As I sit hear watching you while you eat, an overwhelming feeling of happiness overcomes me and a tear of absolute gratefulness rolls down my cheek. I suddenly have the urge to write you a letter in the nearly blank journal your father gave me when we learned that you were growing inside me. I want tell you how happy and blessed I feel to have you are in our lives though I’m not quite sure I can ever really describe the tingly feeling inside my heart when I just look at you…or even think of you. You are just over four and a half months old and we still can’t believe you’re here with us…that we have a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Your smiles and quirky chuckles entertain us so and we can easily stare at you all day just to get one gummy laugh from you. It melts our hearts when you do.

You have blossomed so much in just the last month. You play with your dolls and toys more. You suck your toe, which I think you do because we nibble on your feet all the time, so it must taste good, right? You roll over with ease and this scares mommy a little because you do it while you’re asleep too. Soon you’ll be crawling and eating solid foods and saying “Mama”. Say it with me “Ma-ma”. I know that even if I try to teach you to say “Mama” first, you’ll say “Dada” anyway. But that’s ok, I’ll still love you.

I don’t want the years to fly by, but I know they will and when they do, I know you’re going to grow up to be a smart and beautiful girl. Your father and I are determined to give you the very best life we can give you. The three of us have already been through so many ups and downs and there will be forever more, but we can and will get through it all…together. We will always be here for you. To listen, give, teach, share and love…Whenever you need and want it…and sometimes when you don’t think you need it at all.

My sweet Olive, thank you for blessing us and coming into our lives. Thank you for teaching us about a love we never knew…and about patience and sacrifice. Thank you for allowing me to hold you just a little longer right before I put you down to sleep. I never mind it…not even at three in the morning. Sweet dreams, Olivia. I love you.