Yesterday, I mentioned that I had more photos of Felicity and myself that I feel are worth sharing…if for no one else than myself, my mom and my mother-in-law (and maybe Michelle St. John-Grover since she took the photos). Enjoy. Dear Felicity, I waited my entire life to be your mama. Now thirteen months old and I’m still in awe of you. Sure you look like your daddy, but you’re my baby girl. I can’t get enough of watching you explore your world. Through your eyes I get to see the wonder of God’s creation anew. Every day feels like Christmas morning. I wake up to see your sweet face and I quietly lay still so you can rest a little while longer. Even when I’m exhausted, I can’t help but giggle at the silly words you say right as you’re waking up. When your feet hit the floor, you take off. It’s hard to believe that just over a month ago, you were still trying to figure out this “walking thing,” and now you’re ready to run. I just wish I knew what was going on in that little head of yours. I can see the wheels spinning. You’re so curious…so smart. …and so beautiful. Part of me wishes you looked a little more like me, but I love your baby blue eyes and blonde hair. You are more beautiful than I ever imagined. One day…many years from now, I hope you will want to spend time with me as much as you do right now. Until then, I promise not to refuse your snuggles. I promise to hold you and kiss you and love you whether you’re happy, sad or mad. I will be here every day, watching you grow and learn, explore and create, play and destroy. I want you to be exactly who God intended you to be…today, tomorrow and years from now. I love you always.

Love, Mama