Dear Maggie,
Today I took you to see doctor Fox because you have been sick for two months straight. Stuffy nose. Lots of boogers. He started you on a new antibiotic. Hopefully you will be able to breath easy soon. You only weighed 19 pounds, which is actually less than you weighed at your one year. You have been eating like crazy, and you play just fine so I haven't been worried. But now that I see the numbers I am worried a little. I want you to be healthy and happy and well. Your brother stayed with Nicole while I took you to the doctor and I loved having some one-on-one time with you. We don't get that very much, and I feel sad about it. You wanted to stay right close to me, which makes my heart feel all warm and happy. So many things you do have that effect on me. Here are just a few:
When you squat down to play with toys, or just to take a break from walking around. It's adorable!
When I go into a different room and you come and find me. It makes me feel so good that you want to be with me. And I can just imagine you in the other room before you come to me, wondering where I am and going in search of me. When I leave the room I can anticipate that you won't be far behind.
When you rest your head in my hand. Especially when you put my hand on your cheek so you can do it.
Your giggle. You are starting to think that so many things are funny.
The way you nod your head when I ask you a question. You pause before doing it, thinking it over before you answer. You seem so sure of yourself, but your answers aren't always accurate. Like when I asked if you were a German Shephard and you nodded. But oh I love it!
The way you come toddling in when you hear the bath water filling up the tub.
How you talk to your brother in the morning before I come in to get you.
When you snuggle in, with your whole body.
The way you light up when you see Joydell's cat, or Nicole's cat, and you say "Kitty!"
The way you say "truck" in a high-pitched voice.
The way you light up when you see a baby doll. And how you feed it and hold it and pat it's back. And the way that I can get you to take your medicine if I first give medicine to the doll.
Oh baby girl, you are a sweetheart! And I love that you are mine!!!!
Love,
Mama
Today I took you to see doctor Fox because you have been sick for two months straight. Stuffy nose. Lots of boogers. He started you on a new antibiotic. Hopefully you will be able to breath easy soon. You only weighed 19 pounds, which is actually less than you weighed at your one year. You have been eating like crazy, and you play just fine so I haven't been worried. But now that I see the numbers I am worried a little. I want you to be healthy and happy and well. Your brother stayed with Nicole while I took you to the doctor and I loved having some one-on-one time with you. We don't get that very much, and I feel sad about it. You wanted to stay right close to me, which makes my heart feel all warm and happy. So many things you do have that effect on me. Here are just a few:
When you squat down to play with toys, or just to take a break from walking around. It's adorable!
When I go into a different room and you come and find me. It makes me feel so good that you want to be with me. And I can just imagine you in the other room before you come to me, wondering where I am and going in search of me. When I leave the room I can anticipate that you won't be far behind.
When you rest your head in my hand. Especially when you put my hand on your cheek so you can do it.
Your giggle. You are starting to think that so many things are funny.
The way you nod your head when I ask you a question. You pause before doing it, thinking it over before you answer. You seem so sure of yourself, but your answers aren't always accurate. Like when I asked if you were a German Shephard and you nodded. But oh I love it!
The way you come toddling in when you hear the bath water filling up the tub.
How you talk to your brother in the morning before I come in to get you.
When you snuggle in, with your whole body.
The way you light up when you see Joydell's cat, or Nicole's cat, and you say "Kitty!"
The way you say "truck" in a high-pitched voice.
The way you light up when you see a baby doll. And how you feed it and hold it and pat it's back. And the way that I can get you to take your medicine if I first give medicine to the doll.
Oh baby girl, you are a sweetheart! And I love that you are mine!!!!
Love,
Mama
