Dear Isla
When our little Angel was born I bought a beautiful journal and vowed to write her letters regularly so that she would know how much she was loved from the very beginning. I even thought that we could read her a letter each night before she went to bed. So when she was four or five her bedtime story would be letters we wrote to her when she was a baby. Nice idea right? Well there is one letter in that journal today. I spend so much time on the computer that I should be able to manage more than one letter in 10 months.....lol. So Dear Isla will be full of letters to our beautiful baby girl.
Our Little Angel
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Dear Isla,
Well, here we are six months after my last letter to you; I am not very good at this am I? You are almost fifteen months old.......where did the time go? I vowed to write often so you would always know how in love I am with you but as my love for you grows stronger, my time seems to disappear. Between waking, getting you dressed, work, meals, playtime, baths, bedtime and everything in between.....the day just seems to fly by. You are a ball of energy now and every moment is busy. You don't like it much when I am on the computer so I wait until you are in bed and by then I am so tired that my words would come out all jumbled if I attempted to write. Tonight, for some reason, I think I can do it.
Since I last wrote, you have changed so much. You starting walking the night of your first birthday party. It was amazing......you tried so hard during the party but your little legs just wouldn't co-operate. That evening you took five steps!! We were so happy....so proud of you. Since then, you haven't stopped. You learned to run very soon after and we have been trying to keep up with you ever since. There are no more lazy mornings; infact, you are a big ball of energy from the time you wake until you go back to bed. You are so curious, so focused, so playful.....so perfect. You do still love to have your toes nibbled.........every diaper change I get those little toes thrown in my face. I love watching you play in your toy kitchen, piling things in the sink and then methodically putting it all in the oven and then back to the sink.....and back in the oven. You do everything with purpose; I love the way you purse your little lips when you are concentrating. Sometimes I catch you quietly sitting with a book on your lap and babbling as you turn the pages.......reading to yourself.....I love it. Then you bring the book over to me, sit snugly by my side, and turn every page before I can get the first two words out. We never finish (or even really start) a story, but you are so content when you slam that book shut. The only book I manage to get through is "A Wocket in my Pocket".....there is something about Dr. Suess that captures you.
I see a little bit of your daddy and I in you more and more each day. You are like me in so many ways; you are extroverted, lighthearted, daring, and strong willed. You are like your daddy in other ways; you are inquisitive, funny, patient in figuring things out and cranky when you don't get enough sleep ;) You are our perfect little angel.......always putting a smile on our face, no matter what.
Today you watched me out the front window and enthusiastically waved goodbye. You looked so excited........so perfect. When we are driving in the car I look back at you in my mirror and, whenever you catch me looking, you give me the biggest smile and I melt........every time. I melt. When you are in your high chair and you have had enough, you flail your arms about until all your food is on the floor; I sigh. When I give you a cookie you walk over to Toby, give it to him, and then come back for yours; I giggle. You pull each ornament off the Christmas tree, one by one, and mischievously look over because you know you are not supposed to do it; I give you the look......you don't care. I fall in love with you everyday.....in the good moments and the difficult ones.......I fall in love with you. I have never done anything so important, so wonderful, so exciting............you are a blessing. I am thankful you were sent to us and will spend every day for the rest of my life giving you the very best of me (until you are a teenager and then I can't guarantee anything...lol).
Dear Isla,
Well, here we are six months after my last letter to you; I am not very good at this am I? You are almost fifteen months old.......where did the time go? I vowed to write often so you would always know how in love I am with you but as my love for you grows stronger, my time seems to disappear. Between waking, getting you dressed, work, meals, playtime, baths, bedtime and everything in between.....the day just seems to fly by. You are a ball of energy now and every moment is busy. You don't like it much when I am on the computer so I wait until you are in bed and by then I am so tired that my words would come out all jumbled if I attempted to write. Tonight, for some reason, I think I can do it.
Since I last wrote, you have changed so much. You starting walking the night of your first birthday party. It was amazing......you tried so hard during the party but your little legs just wouldn't co-operate. That evening you took five steps!! We were so happy....so proud of you. Since then, you haven't stopped. You learned to run very soon after and we have been trying to keep up with you ever since. There are no more lazy mornings; infact, you are a big ball of energy from the time you wake until you go back to bed. You are so curious, so focused, so playful.....so perfect. You do still love to have your toes nibbled.........every diaper change I get those little toes thrown in my face. I love watching you play in your toy kitchen, piling things in the sink and then methodically putting it all in the oven and then back to the sink.....and back in the oven. You do everything with purpose; I love the way you purse your little lips when you are concentrating. Sometimes I catch you quietly sitting with a book on your lap and babbling as you turn the pages.......reading to yourself.....I love it. Then you bring the book over to me, sit snugly by my side, and turn every page before I can get the first two words out. We never finish (or even really start) a story, but you are so content when you slam that book shut. The only book I manage to get through is "A Wocket in my Pocket".....there is something about Dr. Suess that captures you.
I see a little bit of your daddy and I in you more and more each day. You are like me in so many ways; you are extroverted, lighthearted, daring, and strong willed. You are like your daddy in other ways; you are inquisitive, funny, patient in figuring things out and cranky when you don't get enough sleep ;) You are our perfect little angel.......always putting a smile on our face, no matter what.
Today you watched me out the front window and enthusiastically waved goodbye. You looked so excited........so perfect. When we are driving in the car I look back at you in my mirror and, whenever you catch me looking, you give me the biggest smile and I melt........every time. I melt. When you are in your high chair and you have had enough, you flail your arms about until all your food is on the floor; I sigh. When I give you a cookie you walk over to Toby, give it to him, and then come back for yours; I giggle. You pull each ornament off the Christmas tree, one by one, and mischievously look over because you know you are not supposed to do it; I give you the look......you don't care. I fall in love with you everyday.....in the good moments and the difficult ones.......I fall in love with you. I have never done anything so important, so wonderful, so exciting............you are a blessing. I am thankful you were sent to us and will spend every day for the rest of my life giving you the very best of me (until you are a teenager and then I can't guarantee anything...lol).
Our Perfect Mornings
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Dear Isla,
I want you to know how much I love our mornings. Every morning I get you all to myself and it's the nicest part of my day. I savour every moment of it. This morning I loved opening your door and seeing your sweet little eyes peering over the top of your crib; and watching that infectious smile take over your baby face when you realized that mommy was there to take you into "the big bed" for your morning bottle.
I was never a morning lover but now I look so forward to the first half hour of every day with you; it's filled with lazy cuddles and tired smiles. I love the way you stare at me when you are having your morning bottle and the way your little hands can barely hold it because you are still so sleepy. I am grateful that when I help you with that bottle you are still so little that you want every bit of help I have to offer. I love that you are getting independent enough to meet some of your own needs but you still love when your mommy helps.
I can't resist nibbling on your baby toes and love the way you put your other little foot in front of my face because you don't want it to be left out of the fun. I giggle every time you tiredly flop over and bury your face in the duvet like a little ostrich, until you can't breathe and need to shoot up quickly for air. I love the way your eyes are so wide in the morning, almost like you are discovering everything for the first time; and how every so often, you catch a glimpse of your hand and it is so fascinating that you study it intently. I love the way you just throw yourself on my chest and then cuddle in. I love the way you call out "TOBE!" when you realize that you haven't seen our little dog Toby yet and the smile that comes over your face when his little dog tags jingle on his way over to our bed. He's not too sure about you yet but he still comes every morning when you call him.
I think my favourite part of our morning is when you start to feel more awake and the beautiful sound of your baby babble fills the room. I don't know what you are trying to say but it doesn't matter.....I get you. The pitch of your tiny voice melts my heart and I get glimpses of what your little voice will sound like when you learn to say "I love you".
I love that for a half hour in the morning there is nowhere either of us would rather be than in our little cocoon doing absolutely nothing together. It's a little bit of bliss to start,what is usually, a very busy and tiring day. Thank you for being so sweet, so awesome, so funny and so perfect for our family. You are my little angel (in the morning anyway....lol). Mommy loves you!
Dear Isla,
I want you to know how much I love our mornings. Every morning I get you all to myself and it's the nicest part of my day. I savour every moment of it. This morning I loved opening your door and seeing your sweet little eyes peering over the top of your crib; and watching that infectious smile take over your baby face when you realized that mommy was there to take you into "the big bed" for your morning bottle.
I was never a morning lover but now I look so forward to the first half hour of every day with you; it's filled with lazy cuddles and tired smiles. I love the way you stare at me when you are having your morning bottle and the way your little hands can barely hold it because you are still so sleepy. I am grateful that when I help you with that bottle you are still so little that you want every bit of help I have to offer. I love that you are getting independent enough to meet some of your own needs but you still love when your mommy helps.
I can't resist nibbling on your baby toes and love the way you put your other little foot in front of my face because you don't want it to be left out of the fun. I giggle every time you tiredly flop over and bury your face in the duvet like a little ostrich, until you can't breathe and need to shoot up quickly for air. I love the way your eyes are so wide in the morning, almost like you are discovering everything for the first time; and how every so often, you catch a glimpse of your hand and it is so fascinating that you study it intently. I love the way you just throw yourself on my chest and then cuddle in. I love the way you call out "TOBE!" when you realize that you haven't seen our little dog Toby yet and the smile that comes over your face when his little dog tags jingle on his way over to our bed. He's not too sure about you yet but he still comes every morning when you call him.
I think my favourite part of our morning is when you start to feel more awake and the beautiful sound of your baby babble fills the room. I don't know what you are trying to say but it doesn't matter.....I get you. The pitch of your tiny voice melts my heart and I get glimpses of what your little voice will sound like when you learn to say "I love you".
I love that for a half hour in the morning there is nowhere either of us would rather be than in our little cocoon doing absolutely nothing together. It's a little bit of bliss to start,what is usually, a very busy and tiring day. Thank you for being so sweet, so awesome, so funny and so perfect for our family. You are my little angel (in the morning anyway....lol). Mommy loves you!