My last baby…there are so many feelings and tugs in my heart over that thought. She was prayed for, believed for, and every moment of every single day with her has been cherished and held close.
As we get ready to go to our favorite pumpkin patch, I cling to these traditions and feel so blessed and thankful to experience all these little moments with her. As little as the moments may seem, the memories are so big and full of deep meaning, remembered throughout the years for all our lives.
We’ll walk in the cool air, holding hands, picking out our favorite pumpkins, enjoying sweet treats together, and each year, she’ll need me to hold her less.
As my baby grows and takes in and experiences all the joys and magic around her, I pray the sense of wonder and awe stays, and that she knows what a treasure she is to her mama. Always my baby, bottling up all the sweet love, collecting an eternity of the best memories and fulfilled dreams. I love you little one, you add so much treasure to my days.
The way she is looking at me here, I hope this is something that never changes.