Wow, that sounds like so long ago...
Anyway, eight years ago today, our lives changed forever. In one instant, in one last push, Troy and I became parents to a screaming, red-faced, brown eyed, 7 pound bundle of Reilly. The doctor and nurses laughed and said that they hadn't heard one that loud in a long time.
On her first birthday, we had spaghetti, her favorite, for dinner, and she got to dig into her cake with both hands. After dinner, I remember getting in the bathtub with her and her snuggling up on my chest and me crying because she was getting so big. I wondered at that time if I was going to cry on every one of her birthdays, or if this was just a "first birthday milestone" thing.
I don't honestly remember if I've cried on any of her other birthdays. I think that over time, you tend to get kind of used to the idea that these little people are not going to stop getting bigger. But today, I had a moment where I thought I was going to break my non-crying streak.
You see, for Reilly's birthday we told her that we would redecorate her room a bit. Get a new bedspread, accessories, freshen the paint on the walls and get rid of the Classic Pooh border, things like that. I got her a new lamp, one with a white base and a sassy pink striped shade. I went to put it on her bed and, as I stood there and held in my hand the Pooh honeypot lamp that my Aunt Linda gave me for my baby shower, eight loooong years ago, it really struck me that my little baby girl is not a little baby anymore.
Don't get me wrong, she is still a little girl. She was super ecstatic about the Cabbage Patch Little Sprouts doll and accessories that my mom got for her, and she shrieked with excitement when she opened the sit-on bouncy ball that we got to replace the one she punctured. So she is not, in my opinion, growing up too fast. She's growing up at just the right rate, I believe.
But still, holding that lamp in my hand, I saw eight years flash by in my mind. And it really seemed like they flashed, and I realized that the next eight are going to flash by, too. And I don't want her to grow any faster than she is. I want to stop time, just a wee bit, and soak in her eight-ness.
Happy birthday, Baby Bear! You light up my life, sometimes with a twinkle, sometimes with a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder. Either way, you are light and I thank God daily that He gave you to me (us!) as a daughter. I pray that He will keep you safe as you continue to grow, and that you will continue to be drawn to Him.
The pictures are, in order, Reilly showing off her new jammies from Gram, which actually arrived last weekend, talking on the phone with Troy, who called from work this morning to sing "Happy Birthday" to her, showing off her flowers that I brought to her from work last night, sitting among the presents while holding the paper that has a picture of her new desk and the new hutch that haven't arrived, and then the family at Osaka for dinner.
Oh, how I love that little girl!