Dear Willa,
Happy five-month birthday, pun’kin! You have grown up so much already!
Daddy and I took you to the Bass Pro Shops great outdoor world to celebrate your big day. You had a great time sitting up like a big kid in your booster seat at lunch, and watching us play target practice in the arcade. Before we know it, you’ll be in the booth and playing right alongside us.
You laughed for the first time and sprouted two teeth this month. When I told Daddy about your teeth, he was genuinely sad. “She’s growing up too fast,” he told me. To top it all off, you learned to hold your own bottle and roll over on your tummy – all in just the past week. Fast indeed!
If only your Momma was as clever. A couple of weeks ago I locked you and the keys in the running car, prompting a visit from our local firefighters. They were very serious about getting you out quickly, although you were quite alright in there. In fact, you fell asleep! Nevertheless, they had you out in ten minutes flat. And our parent pals have assured us that all moms and dads do that at least once. In hindsight we can just laugh at our follies!
On your first Christmas Eve, I finished my work early, before you and Daddy came home, so I put on my snowshoes and treaded quietly around our 80-acre park in the diamonds-on-ice glistening snow. Then I came home and put on carols and got the turkey ready, channeling your Great Grandma Tully and chatting on the phone with your Grandma Bunny to give all the fixings extra goodness. In the afternoon you slept soundly in your swing by the pretty lit tree with packages all around, and Daddy was out in the sunshine shoveling the walk in his red sweater. I lay on the couch, having found an magical hour of nothing-to-do, reading my favorite magazine, and reveling in the fact that we're all well, and we're all happy. Really, I was brimming with joy that this was our Christmas, our lovely, lovely, lovely Christmas.
We are both just so proud of you. You get cuter, happier and smarter every day – and you fared pretty well in all three categories from the day you were born. My darling, I love you with everything that I am. May all of your hopes and dreams come true today and always.
Love,
Momma
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