I know, can you believe it?I can't!
Two years ago from this day was a Sunday.
I sat in church in the Joseph Smith
Memorial Building.
I was quite uncomfortable
as the beginnings of
contractions were coming on.
My visiting teaching companion saw my face and pointed out what I must be feeling. And I wondered,
"Could this be it?"
Now look at her!
She is my amazing, darling, little girl... not baby. She will gibber away words with only every other one making sense to me. (And that's only because I'm mom and I got to hear her say the word the first time it crossed her lips. Good luck to anyone else.) But she loves to talk and it doesn't matter who you are, she will talk to you about it all. I love it when I get a call at work and it's her. She will talk to me forever about her socks, Tanner, hanging out with Grandma Clark and going bye-bye.
She is a wonderful big sister. I never thought that the transition from "One and Only" to "Big Sister" would be so easy. When I was pregnant with Tanner I didn't think that she understood what was going on or what would be happening to our little family. But, she understood a lot more than we gave her credit for. She took it his arrival in stride and didn't miss a beat. When we brought Tanner home, she was the instant second mom. She takes care of him, plays with him and even helps him when he can't quite figure out how to roll over on his own. (This is whether he really wants to roll over or not.) She will even talk to him in that high, quite voice that she must of picked up from me. You know the one, it's the same one she uses with her baby dolls.
She is the trooper of all troopers. She deals with working mom, school going dad, new little brother and all that those things involve. Including being lugged around in the car to be "swapped" and being put aside while little brother is tended to. Don't get me wrong she has her moments when she just can't take it anymore and she needs her mommy or daddy time. But she puts up with a lot and I can't blame her. Overall she's just happy to be along for the ride.
Oh, how I miss her when I'm at work. She has grown so fast and it makes me sad to know that I've missed a lot of what I was hoping to be a part of. I continue to hope that for the next two years of her life Mommy gets to be home with her. But in the meantime, I remember how grateful I am to have her and to have seen her grow these past two years. She doesn't seem to be hurting at all from having Daddy at home with her. They are the best of pals.
Now, I just reflect that I am soon to be a mom of a two year old. Here it comes, just as before, whether I'm ready or not. :)
Happy Birthday Aine Bo! I love you!
