Saturday, October 27, 2012

Dear Maggie,

You are a ray of sunshine. Your smile could warm the coldest day. I am so lucky to have you in my life. Thank you for being a part of our family.

Love,

Mom

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Dear Maggie,

I have I told you lately that you have the best smile in the world! Your smile lights up your whole face. And it lights up the face of everyone around you. People adore you - it is impossible not to. Today we were together with family for Calvin's blessing and I loved watching how everyone wanted to hold you and melted when you smiled. (On a side note, you did some crying today too - pretty much any time I was further than two feet from you. You have turned into a huge Mama's girl. I of course am not complaining one bit! I love that you love me. Because I love you. One of my favorite things about you crawling is that you can crawl towards me. It warms my heart when I sit on the floor and you crawl my way and climb into my lap. What an honor to be your mama!) Your toothless smile is so adorable. And when you giggle it just pushes the sweetness over the top.

Today I was holding you and kissing you and admiring you and I said, to everyone and no one, "I just don't understand how people can not completely adore their children". My mom responded, "I never could understand that either". Sweet Maggie, you come from a long line of love. And all the generations are passing their love down to you. I hope you will always feel how loved you are.

I love you baby girl!

Love,
Mama

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A conversation, in the kitchen, while doing the dishes:

Mom: My little Maggie was so tired tonight.
Dad: That's because she sleeps like Max.
Mom: You mean she sleeps on the same schedule as Max?
Dad: Yes! She sleeps a little in the morning and then when he sleeps in the afternoon. And that's it!
Mom: Are you saying you think she doesn't know that she is only 8 months old?
Dad: Yes. And she never stops moving. Always moving! When you change her diaper. Trying to dress her.  
         Feeding her. She never stops.
Mom: Sweet Maggie. I love her.
Dad: (sigh of exhaustion)