I shared how I was so smitten with my 10 month old baby. That I couldn't imagine life getting better and that while I knew it would (and it has), I wanted to bottle that moment up forever.
I also mentioned, and I quote:
"When thinking of adding another child, all I can imagine is wishing away the lack of head of control, fussiness, poor sleeping, constant eating, super drooling, and let's face it, general being a blob of human form. Which I know won't be true when it happens, but at this moment, all I want is my 10 month old forever. "
Instead, the other night while nursing Kenley back to sleep, I found myself holding her long after she stopped. I felt her long, now chubby, legs hanging off the side of my lap. This baby already seems so big I can barely fathom that she was once tiny enough to be in my belly.
She's generally pretty awake these days. Of course, she'll have a day here or there where she seems to sleep through to catch up, but she's usually watching the chaotic life circling around her.
She smiles from her head down to her toes, you just feel her smile beaming from deep inside. She gives Tyra Banks a run for her money with her "smize". Irish Eyes. It melts me in a way I can't explain other than my heart exploding, and then exploding two seconds later when she does it again.
Similarly, I love that she holds her hands. More times than not, you can catch her sleeping with hers gently folded together, so little and delicate.
As a second time mom, I know what I have to look forward to, I don't doubt that my love will continue to grow, but I am occasionally surprised at how big it started.
I can't wait to watch her grow as I know she's going to be full of personality, loving, and happy. She already has been since the day we met her. I'll miss how tiny it began, but just like any beautiful flower, she's destined to bloom.
And it's going too fast.