noa magnolia is ten months old.
and in month ten of sweet noa bliss i have
experienced...
TEN months looks so much older in photos than nine months did. boo.
TEN seconds is the length of time noa will sit still for a photo.
TEN swipes with a rag on my camera lens would have been nice. ga gross. baby-fied, gunky, smudge photos. sorry 'bout it.
TEN minutes of rocking is never enough. come to think of it, ten hours wouldn't be either. is
it ever enough? no.
TEN months is noa's time to shine. she is pulling up, saying words, and doing tricks galore.
TEN times a day i make sweet noa blow me a kiss. that fatty little paw....ahhhhh. i melt.
TEN million attempts to capture those giant front teeth in a photo. nada enchilada. oh well.
baby no. how did it take us ten months to get here? i have no clue either. you are the best little baby daughter a momma could want. i knew this in my heart, but for some reason, i just feel like we've been amiss for so long. finally, as we enter month ten of this adventure i feel like we are together. side by side. thank you for your patience with me. i have had to come a long way. i know i put on a brave face and i know i don't tell you, but your old mom still has a lot to learn, about a lot of things. and thanks to you, i'm finding pieces of myself i never even knew existed. each day you teach me how to love differently. you teach me how to appreciate newness and how to open my heart. you teach me to share. to be calm. to prioritize. and to love selflessly. thank you. thank you for making me want to learn these things. and thank you for those big, wet, wide, open mouth, drooly, toothy, sporadic, and most spontaneous, but breathtakingly genuine kisses. they are my favorite things. and they mean more to me than you will ever understand.
xo.
