I haven't told you about Lucy yet.
I just haven't had time.
My life is moving so fast.
In the blink of an eye, I went from this:
To this:
Haha. But really, that's how I feel.
Anyway, her birth was amazing. She was my second water baby and her birth was (by far) my easiest birth. After my midwife broke my water, she literally fell out in less than three minutes.
Her birth was fast, and ever since she came into the world my life has been moving on fast forward. Every day feels like a marathon. (And every day feels like deja vu.)
I wish I could slow it all down. I wish I could enjoy it more. I wish I could pause the moments when she is sleeping soundly in my arms. Or when she is smiling at me with her twinkling eyes and her tongue sticking out. I wish I could just hold her and relax and forget all the millions of things I have to do (dishes, laundry, diapers, cleaning, packing, organizing, de-cluttering, spackling, priming, painting, bill paying, loan shopping, house hunting).
I love everything about her... her dark curly hair with the little bald spot in the back, her double chin, her teensy long fingers, her chubby rolley-polley thighs, her crooked little toes, and her wonderful baby smell. She smiles and coos at me while the other kids are simultaneously destroying my house, physically attacking me from every side, and verbally abusing me. (Aren't kids great?)
Anyway, Lucy is the breath of fresh air I need every day.
I. love. her. so. much.
And I hope she never grows up.
