Turning seven May 10, 2009

Allo Missy Raeann,

Time has a way of fast-forwarding itself when you are at your happiest. You’ll know what I mean when you grow up. As always, this month swirled by brilliantly, albeit with some heartstopping moments that I never want to relive through.

Just five days ago, Mommy was getting your brekkie ready when I realised you weren’t on the bed! My heart fell, my mouth dropped. Then I found you tummy down on the floor, whining a little. Mommy screamed in shock, Latte barked in anxiety. And you simply smiled when I picked you up. You slid down the bed, didn’t you, you little wriggly traveller? Now the bed’s filled up with a moat of sorts to keep you safe(r). Please, my sweetie, stay.

There are times when you shake your rattles and ram them hard on your shin. You don’t seem to ache, but I so do. And there are nights when you can’t seem to sleep through, and Mommy struggles to comfort you with two eyes closed. I hear you guzzle down the milk in the dark, your hair still smelling sweet. Is this some kind of growth spurt that will make your sumo-ish thighs juicier than ever?

School has started for Mommy and Daddy, and I miss you like crazy. Three days a week, I race home with a heart full of longing. Grandma says you’ve been good, and I’m so proud of you. I know you save the sweetest smiles and loudest chuckles for us. Mommy’s got videos of you that I watch while I express my milk at school. So funny I have to laugh, but I miss you so much I want to cry. Your mommy, so needy.

Today, you turn seven months old. Today, Mommy celebrates her first Mommies’ Day. With you.

To many many more happy days, my sweet baby.

I love you.

Forehead kisses,

Mommy