Oh, The Places You Will Go

Sweet Sophie,

If you aren't where I left you, you are probably under either the coffee table or the dining room table.

You love watching the morning kid shows with Bailey and you clap your hands and dance when your favorite songs start.

Soon, you will be ten months old. Ten months already? Where has all the baby time gone? Soon, you will be walking and talking and then running and singing. Soon, we will celebrate your first Christmas, your first haircut, your first birthday. I look forward to watching you grow and change but I also want to hold on to that sweet baby smell like there is no tomorrow.

Be patient with me if I hold you a little too long or if I call you the baby one too many times. That's just a heart full of love talking.

For now and forever, you have a special place in my heart, right next to the one for your big brother.

Love,
Mommy

When The Day Is Done

Sweet Sophie,

I stayed beside the crib until you fell asleep tonight. I watched as you twisted the ends of your hair, making it stand on end. In the dim light, you found the corner of your blanket and rubbed it between two small fingers. Eyes, that at first would flutter shut only to pop open again, got heavier and heavier until you couldn't lift them again. You relaxed, your breathing grew slower, steadier and just when I was thinking of turning off the light, you waved, that sweet, little two handed wave and a smile flighted across your lips.

For now and forever sweet dreams, little Sophie.