BamamaPancakes

Dear Adalyn, I had to wait until I found “aqua” as a color I could write in because that’s your favorite color right now. You think it’s awesome, and point it out everywhere you see it. It’s one of the many, many things I love about you right now. I can’t believe you’re 6 this year. Every year, I’m amazed that you’re another year older, as though time would actually stop and freeze you at 1 when you just toddled around climbing anything you could or 3 when you never stopped singing Let It Go, or even last year when you changed outfits at least six hundred times a day. The years start to run together, and whether you read these letters or not, I’m relieved to have them because one day I will read them and remember the phases, the phrases, the things that made you you , year after year. You are six. And honestly, it’s been a big year. You started your last year at preschool with Mrs. Padgett, whom you and your buddies called “Teacher” and adored. Your favor...

I am thankful for: -every minute with these two sisters who have just loved on each other all night, trading stuffed animals and singing hilarious made-up songs and reminding us why parenthood is awesome. They are The Best -the tall guy who keeps me laughing, keeps me grounded (keeps me crazy too), keeps the girls loved, and will keep us steady tomorrow -the stained glass star and rose on our window behind us, reminding us of the littlest brother who smiles from the stars, and whose spirit of love and good and warmth and family I know is deep within us, especially now. -every turn, kick and jab LL gives; This part is uncomfortable and painful, but it’s so so worth it. I never thought we’d get this far to 39 weeks, and it’s bittersweet knowing it is the last time I will carry a baby in my belly, so am trying to soak up every bit of magic this is. -Little Love. We have hoped for you; we have waited for you; we have imagined you. You are already so loved, Baby Boy. ...