Dear Peapod,
Each Mommy finds amazement and sadness in each of their child's "firsts." For me, I placed a great importance on all of your first holidays. I have a onesie, shirt, or bib (in some cases, all of the above) for each of the holidays you experienced for the first time, as well as the memory in dressing you. Your first Christmas was also your first holiday (not counting your glorious birthday), and to say you didn't welcome Christmas night is an understatement. You were so tired, and your little tummy pained you so that you cried through most of the dinner, all of the gift opening, and finally cried yourself to sleep. Your exhausted parents passed you back and forth, hiding in your Grammy and PawPaw's bedroom, trying to quiet your sobs. Your Grammy finally came in to trade shifts, and miraculously she silenced your wails and walked you right to sleep. She's always been a source of great comfort to babies of ALL ages (hint hint!). Your first New Year's was spent the same way, and I began to think you just didn't like holidays--but then the season of love that arrives in February changed that. Dressed in red with pink hearts, you were the reason for the love in our home. You were holding your head up on your own, beginning to recognize faces, and it broke my heart when our daily trips of cuddling came to an end as I had to return to work. Your first St. Patrick's day, I had two outfits for you to wear, so I had to change you to get pictures in both. You looked so pretty in green! You had started to roll over just in time for Grammy's birthday on the 25th. Your first Easter was truly a joy. Your NaNa bought you a beautiful purple dress that you spit up all over, but not before we took tons of pictures. You went on your first Easter egg hunt with Daddy, trying to beat Mackenzie to all of the eggs. You spent the afternoon spitting up all over your PawPaw--it seemed every time he got himself cleaned up, you would douse him all over again! Your first Memorial Day was truly your first day of independence--you got your ears pierced! Well, I guess it really wasn't independent since I made the decision for you--but you barely even cried. You were already so strong my sweet girl. Your first 4th of July was spent with your NaNa and Pappy, and you had started sitting up by yourself. We put you in an inflattable swimming pool for the first time, and you were the cutest little tadpole! Your swimsuit, so tiny--I didn't think there was any way you would fit into it, but it fit you perfectly. You splashed and played, already such a big girl. Here we are, with the passing of your first Halloween. We had to trick-or-treat with both sets of grandparents, so you were able to wear Tinkerbell the first night, but your Grammy in her wise shopping was able to find you a Peapod outfit! I can't tell you the smile you brought to my face:) On Halloween night, you walked with the rest of the big kids right up to the homes to show off your costume and trick-or-treat, and no one remembered ever seeing such a magnificent Tinkerbell. You are such a blessing to your Daddy and me. I am quick to realize there's only one more first holiday for you, and it's fitting your last "first" holiday is Thanksgiving. It's a reminder of how thankful I am for the year I have spent with you, the rich gift given to me by Him that I did not deserve but that I cherish with each fleeting moment.
I love you my blessing, my first peapod!
Mommy
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