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My Mia Pie

My first-born is turning eight today and that brings about mixed feelings.  Nah.  I lied.  It just makes me sad.

I am sad that time sped up once I had baby number two and even more after baby number three.  I miss those quiet days when we played School and Hair Salon.

I am sad that she is losing those precious baby teeth that I have grown so fond of seeing whenever she smiled.  Or sang.  Or told long tales.

I can’t believe she is in the final stretch of second grade.  I still remember putting my phone three feet away from her to motivate her to army crawl.

I remember getting a call from her preschool that she had an accident, and I thought my heart was going to jump out of my body from beating so fast.  The feeling of wanting needing to do everything I humanly can to protect her and keep her safe was bigger than I could ever imagine.

I remember taking walks with her to save snails from getting squished, picking wildflowers and collecting rocks that I had to mysteriously “lose” because she collected too many.

I remember her twirling in the sunlight with a new skirt and her singing Twinkle Twinkle to cheer up a crying child at the park.  She has the biggest heart I know.

One thing that I will never regret is having taken sooooo many photos of her.  I’ve documented every First, every newly learned skill, and all the little things that bring tears to my eyes — both the happy and sad kind.

That’s why I love photography and will never stop.

Happy birthday, my Mia Pie.  You are one of the most special people I’ve ever met, and I am so blessed to be your mommy. 

I love you times infinity.

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