Some Words for Rosalie

As warmth fills my cheeks from the summer sun and I enjoy each cool breeze as they come, I start to realize the time is almost here. A time to celebrate, a time for joy, a space in our lives we will never forget. With each breeze I begin to think of what her smiles will hold, the dreams she will have and the memories she’ll never forget.

With each movement in my belly I imagine how her smile will brighten, how her eyes will flutter and limbs will move. I think of the moments we’ll have as a family, exploring the nature and taking in the world, with this one small being we both made together.

Each time I sit in her room just imagining how our days will be with her. Our moment’s ever-changing from crying to laughing through the stress and the love.

I now stare at the people surrounding us and the effect she will have on each of them, someone new to care for, to love and to spoil. We couldn’t have dreamed of having a more helpful, generous, and loving crowd to welcome her into the world.

I can’t wait to hold her, to watch Nathan stare into her eyes and watch them meet for the first time. I can’t wait to see what brings interest to her mind and what fills her heart. To see the way she takes a breath, to see the way she grows. I can’t wait to teach her how to read, how to dream and how to make a fairytale out of this world, just as my parents once taught me. Her day will soon be here and these moments will start to occur and I couldn’t be more unprepared and ecstatic.

Pictured above is her nursery, almost finished! Feel free to leave comments/advice on new babies in the comment section under the title of this post 🙂


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