seventeen months

I'll just preface this post by saying it's going to be a hot jumbled mess. Because, quite frankly, there are a million things about my Millie babe that make my heart want to explode from happiness.

I wish I could bottle up with way she runs down the hall to me, so full of life and ambition. I wish I could bottle up the moments when she shrieks with happiness and can't catch her breathe. I wish I could just remember all the little things that make me fall in love with motherhood even more. All the times she says, "uh oh" and "woAAAAAAAAHHH!" and "ee eye ee eye o!" and "ho! ho! ho!" or gasps and lights up with excitement. All the times she gives me a hug and kiss when I leave for work. All the times she hands me her boots and coat when she was to take a walk. When she yells, "DADDY!" every time a car passes. When it really is daddy, and she runs towards our little prius to get a ride up the driveway. When she gets her own yogurt out of the fridge, closes the fridge, and puts it on the table for breakfast. When she jabs me in the eye, and says, "AYE-sssssss!"

All the little things, I wish I could freeze and hold on to. Her round cheeks and giant eyes and smile full of teeth. And her gut, her large pregnant gut after each meal. Her brain! I can't believe how smart she is sometimes. Like when I had to slam on my brakes when driving, and she said, "woaaaah!!!" or how she knows so many of her body parts now or how she feeds herself now.

I just love her so much I can hardly contain it. Most of the times, I think she's cute even when she's being ornery, like when she doesn't want to go home and will lay down on the ground in public places... awkward.

 

My heart is full.