Marlowe Lee is one today.
It’s hard to believe how quickly a year can go by.
The most crazy part of it all is that we are done having babies, so this is the youngest baby I’ll have for the rest of my life.
Thinking that makes my heart hurt the teeniest, tiniest bit.
She’s a flirt.
She’s a charmer.
She pontificates in a language we can’t fully understand on the injustices of having a big sister who snatches her toys, on the delights of a soft blanket, on the fun of a balloon, on the inexplicable satisfaction of tearing toilet paper into teeny tiny shreds.
I pure straight love being her mommy. I love watching her sister and brother show her the ropes. I love watching her daddy melt in her presence. She is the perfect baby sister to the family and the best way to go out on babies.
I spent the day preoccupied with other things, mostly. But every snuggle I got today was extra juicy, as if Marlowe knew it was a special day. As I laid her down for bedtime tonight, she ran her chubby little hand up and down my right arm and nuzzled her head in closer to the crook of my neck. It’s the most delicious feeling in the world, a baby who snuggles.
I’m all too aware that this phase won’t last forever.
Each phase has its own joys and challenges, so I strive to cherish the ones I am in.