20 months

Yesterday morning when you woke up and were hanging out in bed with me, we started singing Old MacDonald, one of your favorite songs to sing. For the first time, you actually joined in the singing about animals that weren't cows. It's such a small silly thing, but it was a huge breakthrough, and it made me so happy and proud of you. The real truth is that I probably need to write this blog every day because each day you are doing something new and surprising, and when I don't write it down I get used to that new thing you do and forget that last week you didn't do it.

It's hard for me to remember when you were a teeny tiny baby who couldn't walk or even hold up her own head. It's hard to remember how you didn't sleep through the night for the first few months of your life. I know it was a part of my life that at the time I felt like it would never end. And now I barely remember it.

I so enjoy every moment with you that when I look back and realize that I barely remember some things it makes me feel sad and guilty. I think, I need to write more, take more pictures, use the video camera more. And I do need to do all of those things, certainly. Because I want every moment to last forever, every time you laugh, or hug me, or say something funny, or blow me a kiss. But then I think about how many cool things you are going to do, and wonder what those moments will be like and swell up with love and wishes and hopes for you. And then I think about how many more times you will hug and kiss me and say funny things and I stop feeling sad or guilty. I feel happy, excited and hopeful. And that is what having you in my life has been like.