Letter 1

Dear Peapod,

This blog I dedicate to you.  You are beginning to recognize me and know me as your mommy, your person, which also must mean you are beginning to recognize that I'm not always around.  Although I secretly wish for you to miss me while you're on your daily journeys with Ms. Powell, I want you to always know I am thinking of you.

I'm thinking of you now--the way you looked when I took your picture this morning with both hands holding your bottle for the first time.  You grow too fast my sweet girl--this Wednesday serves as the reminder that 15 weeks ago I experienced the most painful and most rewarding moment of my life all at once.  My bumblebee came bumbling out of me, and in that instance, that last moment you were physically connected to me, I knew a wholeness I hadn't thought could exist. When you were cut from me, I knew that although we were now two beings, we would never be separated.  You needed me then, and now, you are showing me all the ways you are becoming your own independent self, holding your bottle. I just pray that you continue to need me, the same way I will always need you.

I love you my sweet peapod.