Some weeks are over in an instant. I blink, and it’s Thursday. time for another letter.
Other weeks are slow and sweet. I am present in the hours and taking snapshot after snapshot in my mind.
This week was one of the latter.
We went to LA to attend Matty’s wedding. You didn’t enjoy the wedding (loud music and applause apparently aren’t baby friendly), but you discovered your new favorite food:
garlic noodles. You were literally grabbing them by the hand-fulls.
On father’s day, you woke up and said Pa-pa clear as day. It was too perfect.
On Sunday after you took a long nap. You fell asleep in your carseat on the way home from the airport and you slept for like three hours. You were exhausted. Finally I pulled back the carseat shade and faced you towards the sunlight streaming in the living room window. Slowly you opened your eyes. . . looked your papa . . . looked at me, and then you broke into the largest grin and started waving wildly. like you were thinking, omg! you guys are here! hey! this is awesome!
It was literally one of the best moments of my life.
And then as if the week hadn’t been amazing enough, you took several steps across the living room floor right in front of me.
There were some tricky moments too. You’ve had mommy-itis lately. You cling to me. You’re more shy around strangers. When family tried to hold you over the weekend, you mostly lost it. It’s understandable. There were lots of new people and places, and it would have been a lot to take in for anybody. It’s a strange and wonderful feeling to be the one who can instantly stop your cries.
You are so loved, my Beanshine, always,