Our Dearest Lily,
It's been 16 weeks since you were born and in many ways, I can't believe the time has passed so quickly. Strangely though, in other ways, I can hardly remember life before you. You have added so much richness and joy to our home, and everyday we discover something different, and amazing about you. Through you, your papa and I have even learned more about one another, too.
When people ask, "How's Lily?" I have trouble expressing just how wonderful you are. "She's great!" I say, but that's only half the truth. The whole story is that you are so wonderful, such a happy, peaceful, healthy baby, I almost feel a little guilty about how easy we have it. (Almost!). You accompany us everywhere --to dinner, to work (on slow Fridays), to the library, to the movies --and seem to love every minute of it.
We laugh about (and bite!) your chubby cheeks and the rolls that envelope your tiny body, but it's really just our way of expressing our love and excitement about how healthy you are. You're a nice, strong baby and you love supporting your own weight on your chunky little legs. In fact, sometimes you'll bounce yourself up and down, while we hold you up only by our fingertips. Every morning, after sleeping through the night (really! you only wiggle around a bit--Daddy calls you Little Miss Wiggles-- every few hours but I nurse you and you don't even fully awaken), you wake up with an enormous smile on your face and remind us how blessed we are to see another day through your eyes.
Last weekend, we took a family road trip to New Orleans and you did fantastic. You especially loved it when Daddy wore you in your harness and we walked through the French Quarter. Countless times, we were stopped by people admiring your pretty, happy face (and those rolls! nom nom nom). Because we were traveling, we packed disposable diapers and you got your first case of diaper rash. Yucky. A few days of Burt's Bees diaper ointment and your little colita healed up just fine. We also found a lovely babysitter named Lauren, who watched you for a few hours during the evening. Of course, she was smitten with you and you gave her no trouble at all. On Saturday, you slept through her visit, but the second night, you played with her a bit before you dozed off.
You're thriving at daycare, too, where they love you and just yesterday, placed a little foot piano in your crib. You love this as well, and played some pretty great tunes for me this morning when I dropped you off. This weekend, Daddy is working on the crib he's building you (from scratch!), but I have a feeling you'll be sharing our bed for a few more months.
We just can't get enough of you, sweet girl. You are the light in our lives.
Just a little letter
to you from me,