My sweet Grace.
My challenging, darling, amazing, life-changing child.
Slow down.
It feels as if time is running through my fingers, like sand. Just a whirlwind of days and nights all smashed together. When I come up for a breath, you learn how to crawl. you learn how to walk. you learn how to say "mama" and a million other words that I can't quite always make out. And somehow, in the midst of all of this, my heart expands and we welcome your brother, Finley, into the world.
My sweet Grace
Your ringlets of blond hair mesmerize me. Your sweet little nose and that smile that tells me you're up to something. Little fingers that are itching to explore and dig in the mud. Little toes that pitter patter across the wood floors. And your little lips that you use to kiss me goodnight.
My sweet Grace.
You push me to unfathomable anger. You drive me to God pleading for guidance that I will raise you correctly, and praying that I don't ruin you. You make me question every single choice that I make. You scare me to death at the slightest chance that I'd ever lose you, and it makes me want to keep you from the world. But I can't.
My sweet Grace.
Even in my imperfection and sinfulness, you love me unconditionally. You forgive me for being too tired, you forgive me for being too busy, you forgive me for not always having time. In the morning, you run to me and throw your arms around me as if it's been days since we've seen each other...I just want to pause in that moment forever. Slow down baby girl.
don't grow up too quickly.
