I have a multitude of very productive things I could be doing right now: folding laundry, cleaning the bathroom, grading papers, finishing up my bi-weekly grocery shopping, watching the latest “Grey’s Anatomy” (Okay, the last one might not be considered “pr0ductive” per say.)…The list goes on. But instead, I find myself here.
I got online thinking I would update this thing, but instead, I just flipped through old photos of Grace.
Grace as a newborn.
Grace going to the pool for the first time.
Grace in her car seat with her little toes peeking out.
Grace will be three in less than three months. Where has ALL that time gone? Where are those tiny little toes? The itty bitty fingers?
I can’t describe how much I love my daughter. Loving her has broken me-in a good way. I can liken it to nothing else. It has cracked me wide open. I love her with every bit of my being. I am grateful every day. Even through the tantrums, the snotty noses, the little body squished between my husband and me in the middle of the night. I love it all. I am addicted to it all. Each and every bit.