A little over a year ago, we were blessed with the most precious gift. At 6 lbs 9 oz and 19 inches long, Lady A was small but mighty in her ability to make us fall in love with her at first sight.
About 12 hours before A was born. :)
A few weeks ago, Lady A turned one (PS, if you're reading this, and you gave A a birthday gift but haven't received a thank you card, it's on its way!). I put my baby to bed, and a toddler woke up in her place the next morning. Everyone said it would be fast; I knew it would be fast, but nothing can prepare you for just how fast it really does go. Of course, I know that, as parents, we want our children to grow up, that there would be something wrong if she didn't learn to crawl, walk, talk, and function more and more independently. But, as a momma, it's still a little sad to know that her baby days are behind us. And what a weird kind of sad it is, too! Because I am truly loving this stage she's in now, too! I love learning more and more about her personality and watching her learn things and discover her world. Being her mom is just so fun!
Truly, this girl of mine never ceases to amaze me. She tells jokes. Granted, they are usually in baby babble, but they must be hilarious because she always throws her head back and laughs after telling one. And she's athletic. At the ripe age of 13 months this girl can dribble my old volleyball around our yard, and this is not just proud Mum exaggerations here; she really and truly dribbles that ball like a little soccer player. She loves to beat on things like a drum and give high fives and kisses, and she dances whenever she hears music. Sometimes, if there's no music, she'll sing her own little song and dance to that. She marches all around our house, and her favorite is when Dada and/or I fall into ranks behind her. She climbs everything she can (and I truly mean everything, but don't worry, we have all of our furniture anchored to the walls. Yes, all of it), and she would spend every waking moment outside if menial things like dishes and laundry didn't mean Momma has to be inside at least every now and then.
Our girl is adventurous and sweet. She has no fear! She is the friendliest little girl I know. When we go to the grocery store she's like Miss America on a parade route with her waving and blowing kisses and yelling, "HI!!" at everyone we meet. She's confident. She's beautiful. I still can hardly believe she's mine.
This last year with her here has been beyond blessed. We are so excited to see what she's going to do with her life, but we have no doubts that, whatever it is, it's going to be big. Our sweet wildling has grand things ahead, and I pray that we'll have the wisdom to raise her to follow Christ into these grand things.
Afton-girl, we love you beyond words.
My Token Response to a Book I'll Never Read- 8/3/2014
I have a confession to make: I've never read or watched any of the Twilight series, Magic Mike, or 50 Shades of Gray. Nor do I ever intend to. That probably makes me pretty much the biggest loser ever, but I'm sure I'll survive. Allow me to explain.
First of all I love and respect my husband. I'm not saying that anyone who does read/watch any of the above books or movies does not love or respect their husband, so stay calm. You came to my blog, remember? But I am saying that I wouldn't feel very loved or respected if I walked into the living room and found Husband watching porn, and I've read that studies have shown that books like 50 Shades elicit the same emotional response in women as porn does in men. I haven't personally looked into these studies nor do I even remember in what article I read that, so I cannot tell you if that piece of information came from a reliable source. It sounds feasible, though, and that's good enough for me.
I can't forget that a little over two years ago I said some vows to my wonderful hubby promising to love, honor, and choose him until death parts us. Society likes to make us think that the grass will be greener on the other side. That's a lie. These emotional porn books validate that lie. If you don't believe me just ask yourself how many women have been impatiently anticipating finding out who will play Christian Gray in the movies, which actor is "hot enough" to do the role justice. Or how many women flocked to theaters to see Magic Mike, wishing they weren't separated from the action by a screen? I don't want to let anything into my marriage that will make me even entertain that "the grass is greener" lie.
I also have to mention that no man, whether real or fictional, could ever compete with Husband. I'm so proud and blessed to be his wife, and I really do think he's the best husband in the entire world.