Dear Tessa: Love and Laughter

Dear Tessa,

You are eight months old now!  The last couple of months have been a little rough on you with all of your recent doctor appointments and extra pushes in therapy, but you are a tough one.  Now I know that the most incredible strengths can come from even the smallest of people.  I know you don’t care much for physical therapy right now, but I’m inspired by how hard you are working.  You, my dear, are so close to sitting up!  You should be so proud of youself.  Watching your little body gain strength instills in me this:  there is no more room for excuses in my life.

I have watched you do some pretty incredible things in eight months and today it hit me.  Pretty soon you will be one, then walking, then running, then in school, then who knows what!  I’ve said it a million times and I will say it again–this time I have with you as a baby is fading faster than I would like.  You can keep on growing, but just know that…*insert tear*…my baby you will always be.

There is one thing, though, that you had yet to do during your first eight months.  It was something I was waiting for for so, so long.  Then Monday night, one day after your eight month birthday, it happened in the midst of a few of your “bad days.”  While playing on the floor with daddy and me, we heard it–a sound so sweet, I hoped it would never end.  You giggled.  And giggled…and giggled!  My heart skipped a beat or two, I swear.  Because for a moment, time stopped and I listened so intently to a sound I was longing to hear.  We did anything, I mean everything, to make you keep it going!

Alright, alright, enough with the sappy happenings.  As endearing as that laughter was, I will say that you are developing what I believe is my personality…and by that I mean you are quite a sassy lady these days and stubborn to boot!  I’m sure Grandma Mary Kay is laughing and thinking to herself, “Now Becky knows what payback is!”  You are definitely a girl who knows what she wants and knows how to get it.  But believe me, it’s not a bad thing.  There is a large part of me that loves this and a very small part of me that thinks “oh, crap…”

Well little lady, it’s time to get dinner ready for you.  I believe tonight’s menu consists of Gerber’s finest puree of chicken and gravy and green beans.  Please get some teeth soon so you don’t have to always eat meals such as this…you poor thing.

Love, Mom




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