Dear Bella,
When you were born two years ago today our family rejoiced and wept with happiness. You graced us with the cute humor only new babies bring, you gave us depth to our love of each other and life. You were our first child and we immediately fell in love.
This day will always bring the memories of the hospital, your cute tiny features and the reality of parenthood that defines us these days.
I will never forget your father's face after you were born. His eyes filled up with tears and he laughed and kissed us, thankful for the moment and the health of us both. He counted your toes through the tears and comforted any fears of the unknown and let himself celebrate. We were on high.
I shook as I held you and tried to nurse you for the first time. You were so tiny and squishy and that it intimidated me.
The next few days we found out how strong of a person your daddy was and how weak a person the whole process made me. We watched you sleep and carefully cleaned you. And we missed you terribly when we had to leave you in the hospital without us because of jaundice. I sang the Chili's baby back ribs song to Grandma Racano because I wanted just that, my baby back.
Being a parent of a newborn is a spectrum of things but mostly it feels like magic. Every day is like Christmas.
You were perfect from the beginning and you are still an angel in our eyes.
You have natural beauty and you are sharp as a tack. You teach us things and make us want to wring the juice out of life.
Happy Birthday sweetie pie.
Your mommy and daddy love you more than you know. There has been no greater pleasure than spending these last two years with you.
Love, Mommy
(note: my spell check feature isn't working these days, so excuse any mistakes.)
When you were born two years ago today our family rejoiced and wept with happiness. You graced us with the cute humor only new babies bring, you gave us depth to our love of each other and life. You were our first child and we immediately fell in love.
This day will always bring the memories of the hospital, your cute tiny features and the reality of parenthood that defines us these days.
I will never forget your father's face after you were born. His eyes filled up with tears and he laughed and kissed us, thankful for the moment and the health of us both. He counted your toes through the tears and comforted any fears of the unknown and let himself celebrate. We were on high.
I shook as I held you and tried to nurse you for the first time. You were so tiny and squishy and that it intimidated me.
The next few days we found out how strong of a person your daddy was and how weak a person the whole process made me. We watched you sleep and carefully cleaned you. And we missed you terribly when we had to leave you in the hospital without us because of jaundice. I sang the Chili's baby back ribs song to Grandma Racano because I wanted just that, my baby back.
Being a parent of a newborn is a spectrum of things but mostly it feels like magic. Every day is like Christmas.
You were perfect from the beginning and you are still an angel in our eyes.
You have natural beauty and you are sharp as a tack. You teach us things and make us want to wring the juice out of life.
Happy Birthday sweetie pie.
Your mommy and daddy love you more than you know. There has been no greater pleasure than spending these last two years with you.
Love, Mommy
(note: my spell check feature isn't working these days, so excuse any mistakes.)
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