Dear Evie Rose,
Last week you spent 3 days overnight at grandma's house. It was the first time you'd ever been away from us for that long. Mommy and Daddy were a big mess without you.
The first night you were gone, all I could do was wander the house, trying to be inspired to do something productive. The second and third nights weren't any better.
But you would call me ever so often, and I would hear about how much fun you were having with Grandma, and I was happy for you and your new independence. I could tell that that was the best part for you, being away from mommy and daddy, on your own (with grandma). I hoped secretly that you would cry and beg to come home, but not you my fierce little one. You were happy as could be.
I hope that in your future years of independence you have as much fun. And already I can see that you can be trusted with big responsibility. You are smart, but stubborn.
I know that there will come a time when you will hardly ever be at home, because you'll be out with friends, and then there will be a time when you move out on your own. I wonder if that empty spot I feel in my heart when you are not here will ever go away, even then.
I love you,
Mommy.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Batman
Dear Evie Rose,
I love the fact that for the past week, you've been systematically making your way through the entire "The Batman" cartoons. Without any coaxing from me or Daddy.
I love you,
Mom
I love the fact that for the past week, you've been systematically making your way through the entire "The Batman" cartoons. Without any coaxing from me or Daddy.
I love you,
Mom
When you were little...
Dear Evie Rose,
Some of the things I remember that make me smile...
You insisted on being called "Evie Rose Sweetie Pie Tinkerbelle" because you didn't like the way, plain old Evie Rose D. sounded.
We would say "You're so stinkin' cute" and you would look at us wide eyed and say "I"M STINKY AND CUTE?!?!"
When someone bought you a doll for Christmas, you named her dolly. And you would show people and say "This is my Dolly" and when they would ask what her name was you'd look at them like they were crazy and say "DOLLY!"
You could never get enough cuddles, ever. If you were awake, you wanted to be in somebody's lap.
When something would scare you, you would say "YOU SCARED THE TOAST OUT OF ME!" Why toast?
If there was a cat in the vicinity, you would be holding in in .005 seconds.
You would sing, from the time you were old enough to make noise, it would be singing. My favorite song was the one you sang while sitting on the toilet, "Oh my prince, come and save me, and we can get married, but not until I'm 30"
There was a time, that lasted nearly a year, that if you were home, you were in a princess dress.
I love you forever,
Mommy
Some of the things I remember that make me smile...
You insisted on being called "Evie Rose Sweetie Pie Tinkerbelle" because you didn't like the way, plain old Evie Rose D. sounded.
We would say "You're so stinkin' cute" and you would look at us wide eyed and say "I"M STINKY AND CUTE?!?!"
When someone bought you a doll for Christmas, you named her dolly. And you would show people and say "This is my Dolly" and when they would ask what her name was you'd look at them like they were crazy and say "DOLLY!"
You could never get enough cuddles, ever. If you were awake, you wanted to be in somebody's lap.
When something would scare you, you would say "YOU SCARED THE TOAST OUT OF ME!" Why toast?
If there was a cat in the vicinity, you would be holding in in .005 seconds.
You would sing, from the time you were old enough to make noise, it would be singing. My favorite song was the one you sang while sitting on the toilet, "Oh my prince, come and save me, and we can get married, but not until I'm 30"
There was a time, that lasted nearly a year, that if you were home, you were in a princess dress.
I love you forever,
Mommy
Dear Evie,
I love you.
You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and the best thing I never knew I needed.
Yesterday we went to see "Brave". You asked me why Merida and her mother were always fighting.
I'm sure, that there will come a time when you and I will fight that way.
But I promise, I'll love you anyway.
The day I found out I was pregnant, I thought my life was over. I wept. I raged. And it took me a very long time to accept it. But then I remember the first time I felt you move in my belly. It was a giant kick and I knew that you were a person and you would be fierce.
I loved you at that moment, and have loved you ever since.
I didn't think that I could love a baby, because in my opinionated youth I thought that babies were little demons, stinking and screaming and needy. I could barely take care of myself. But I was 25 and getting older and surprises happen. Despite all precautions taken. Miracles can happen.
But I loved you.
I remember the day they put you in my arms and I just couldn't stop staring at you. This piece of me and piece of him and piece of magic. You wouldn't nurse, no matter how heroically we tried, you just wouldn't, so we had to feed you breast milk from a bottle.
And you grew.
This blog is for me and you. To chronicle the things I want to tell you that you are still too young to understand.
Someday, maybe you'll read it. And maybe that will be a day when you and I have been fighting like Merida and her mother. And maybe you'll understand that I have given my entire life to you. And that even though we may have said some terrible things, You'll know that I love you.
My little Evie Rose Sweetie Pie Tinkerbell. Because Denny just doesn't sound like a name for a princess.
Forever,
Your mother.
You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and the best thing I never knew I needed.
Yesterday we went to see "Brave". You asked me why Merida and her mother were always fighting.
I'm sure, that there will come a time when you and I will fight that way.
But I promise, I'll love you anyway.
The day I found out I was pregnant, I thought my life was over. I wept. I raged. And it took me a very long time to accept it. But then I remember the first time I felt you move in my belly. It was a giant kick and I knew that you were a person and you would be fierce.
I loved you at that moment, and have loved you ever since.
I didn't think that I could love a baby, because in my opinionated youth I thought that babies were little demons, stinking and screaming and needy. I could barely take care of myself. But I was 25 and getting older and surprises happen. Despite all precautions taken. Miracles can happen.
But I loved you.
I remember the day they put you in my arms and I just couldn't stop staring at you. This piece of me and piece of him and piece of magic. You wouldn't nurse, no matter how heroically we tried, you just wouldn't, so we had to feed you breast milk from a bottle.
And you grew.
This blog is for me and you. To chronicle the things I want to tell you that you are still too young to understand.
Someday, maybe you'll read it. And maybe that will be a day when you and I have been fighting like Merida and her mother. And maybe you'll understand that I have given my entire life to you. And that even though we may have said some terrible things, You'll know that I love you.
My little Evie Rose Sweetie Pie Tinkerbell. Because Denny just doesn't sound like a name for a princess.
Forever,
Your mother.
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