7.20.2019

Dear Libby,

(new house + new school + new friends + new teachers) / x = 365

I know that math equation makes no real sense regardless of whether you’re using old math or that crazy new math you kids have these days. My point is that the last year brought so much change to your world that I get tired just thinking about it. Thankfully you have loads more energy than your tiredolemomma does.

For you, I’m betting the highlight of the year was eating ice cream (gelato) everyday for ten days in Italy. Here’s what I will always remember….your decision that Medusa’s severed head was a perfectly appropriate Halloween costume for a 1st grader (thanks Ufuzzi); your ability to start the school year as the new kid….not just the new kid but the new Libby because of course there was a Libby there the year before….and end it like you had known everybody forever; the pride I feel seeing your confidence grow…not that it was ever a question but damn if your light doesn’t shine brighter each year.

You amaze me every single day, dear girl. Shine on you crazy diamond.

Love,

Momma

7.20.2018

libby 6th bday collage

Happy Birthday Libby.

I hope you will always remember waking up to a room full of balloons and ice cream cake for breakfast on this day.  My birthday wish for you is that you embrace every new adventure the year ahead brings.  I can’t wait to see what you do with the next 365 days.

Love,

Momma

7.20.2015

libby 2015Three years.  In a blink of an eye.  Everyday my heart gets a little bigger taking in all that you are.

You are sassy, and funny, and sort of a bossypants.  You are fearless and you are vulnerable.  You are a do it yourselfer and a helper.  You are quiet and kind.  And you are big and loud.

You look for the ladybugs and bees.  You still chase the cat.  You stop to touch the piano keys at school every day.  You love to splash but hate getting your face wet.

You have been up high on mountain tops and down below in caves.  And you love to go round and round and round on the carousel.

You are the reason I am a momma….you are my sunshine.

1.20.15

mommas helperHappy 2.5 Libby.  I have to say, the 2’s have been an education.  You feel and want and do EVERYTHING on a level that astounds me….as though your joys, your sorrows, your smiles, your tears, your wants all pass through a magnifying glass.  It’s amazing, and a little terrifying, to watch you experience the world.  And it’s an incredible gift to watch the world experience you.

What do I want to remember about this time?  I want to remember how you still smile and laugh in your sleep like you did as a baby.  Seeing that completely pure smile still melts me.

I want to remember the sound of your feet tearing across the floors as you charge full steam ahead.  You’re usually chasing the cat and desperately trying to be his friend.

I want to remember how proud you are when you are able to do things yourself.  Whether it’s putting on your socks and shoes or helping dry the dishes, you started saying “I do it” before you started saying “No”.

I want to remember how you sing the same three songs after breakfast every day.   Roar, Edelweiss, and Fix You are the soundtrack to our mornings.

I want to remember how it feels to have you wrap yourself around me.  There is something magical and melty about feeling your body completely relax in my lap.

I want to remember how every single day with you is an adventure….and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

 

1.20.14

Cheeeeese

Dear Libby, I took this picture of you today.  Somehow, in this moment you aren’t my 18 month old.  No, in this moment I see the big girl you will become peeking out at me.  And it makes me all melty inside because it happens so quickly.

I swear it was just yesterday you were this wee crying baby that we brought home.  And now you say actual words like cat, night night, elmo, more, and up.  You don’t just walk, you run…even when there isn’t enough room for you to, you run at full speed.  I’ve watched you mimic with your dolls the things your Dad and I do with you…you give them medicine, you feed them, you show them books, and you hug and kiss on them.  Watching you be the momma taking care of your dolls reminds me that you don’t miss a trick and I need to be mindful that your eyes are always on me.

You won’t remember these days.  So I want you to know that even from the time you were just getting to know the world, you found joy in it, sometimes in the most unlikely places.  Whether it’s turning any request into a game of catch me, providing the sound effects when we read that all the hippos go bezerk, or discovering that momma’s black loafers and old watch are the perfect accessories, you embrace where you are. I hope you will always hold on to that trait.

I also want you to know how you got that the tiny scar by your right eye.  By the time you grow up it will probably be hardly noticeable, but I will always know it’s there.  And so before that particular detail gets lost to me….you had a real knack for knocking into the coffee table.  Usually it just resulted in a bump or bruise.  But this one time you hit the corner just right and got a cut that turned into your very first scar.  I know you can’t even see it in this picture, but I promise you it’s there. I also know it won’t be the only hurt you will ever experience but I hope that the others that are sure to come will fade in time as well.

Happy half birthday to you dear Libby.  I love you to pieces.

Libby’s First Birthday

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Dear Libby, you don’t remember the day you were born.  But your Dad and I will never forget it.  You should know that it is one of my most favoritest stories ever and I plan on making sure I tell it to you every chance I get….especially on your birthday.  That’s one of the privileges bestowed on me by virtue of being your momma.  Another is that I get to reflect on the year that has been and wonder what the one ahead will hold for you.

I am in complete denial that your birthday is only a few days away.  Where have the last 365 days gone?  Every time I look at you I marvel at how much change has taken place in a single year.  Gone is the 7 pound newborn who didn’t know day from night, who would promptly fall into a restful sleep the moment she was snuggled into my chest, and whose cry morphed into the bleat of a billy goat when a requested diaper, feeding, or snuggle did not materialize in a prompt manner.

Nope, that Libby is just a memory now…tucked away with mental snapshots of other moments, seemingly ordinary but quietly precious – sleepy middle of the night feedings, the way you smell after a bath, the way you smile with your entire face scrunched up so that all we see is gums with two baby teeth poking through on the bottom.  These are what fills my heart.

All that has made way for you to become an adventurous little person.  You are developing clear preferences for things you like….and things you don’t.  Your curiosity, like your energy, is boundless and it simply amazes me to watch you conquer your world.

I adore the fact that you learned to crawl so that you could chase the cat  (I don’t think the cat was too happy about that development).  And I’ve made it my own personal mission that one of your first words will be “cat”.  It’s clear to me that you know what the word means because when I ask you “where’s the cat?”, you turn and look and point….at the cat.  So we will keep playing “where’s the cat” where I keep repeating c-c-c aaaaaaaaaaaa t-t-t, cat.  And eventually, something that sounds almost sort of like cat will come tumbling out of your mouth.  After that maybe we can work on the idea of “gentle”?  I’m sure the “cat” would appreciate that.

You are already starting to assert your independence and I can see that it frustrates you not to be able to do everything you want.  All I can say about that is it’s my job to identify the boundaries.  And it’s your job to push them. It’s part of the dance that we do.

And as surely as I know the sky is blue, I know that I won’t always get it right.  There will be moments that I am not the parent I want to be, or the one you need me to be.  I just hope that one day you will see that along with the truth of my imperfection you also saw the truth of my love for you.

Happy birthday dear Libby, I love you to pieces.

xoxoxo,

Momma