Day Thirteen Hundred and Eleven

The Life we Love to Celebrate

I love being your Mommy so much.

More than I could ever begin to explain. 

Even when you cry.

Even when you puke.

Even when you projectile poop.

Even when you pull my hair.

And even when you feed at midnight.

And at three.

And at six.

And at nine.

Because Baby, you're the best.

You've made our lives complete ways we didn't know we were missing.

And now we celebrate things like you being able to hold your head up!! 

Wow Girlfriend! Way to go Little Miss Strong Lady!

You're getting older and a whole lot bigger, and though it sorta makes us a little sad, we can't wait to begin to realize just who it is you'll become. 

Love you, most Precious Girl.
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Adam throws tomorrow in a doubleheader.
He'll pitch the second game...first game begins at 5:00 EST.