Dear Anna Banana,
This week you are four months old. That's practically driving age, as far as I'm concerned. The past month has been one of firsts for you.
Your first trip on an airplane (notice the Magical Suit):
Your first Ash Wednesday (I cried):Your first time touching grass (you liked it a lot):
You are starting to get your... um... very own... uh... personality. While this is exciting on many levels, as a teacher of high school students I have to admit it's a little scary. When you're finished with something, say your Bumbo, you let me know. Very loudly. There is no question that you are done sitting in that Bumbo. I wonder if picking up and giving you kisses will work when you're sixteen and done studying for your Physics test. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I looked at a calendar recently and realized that it's the middle of March, which is practically the end of March, which is really close to April. And April is the time that I have to tell my school what my plan is for next year. Though a woman in her thirties is not supposed to avoid tough decisions, that's exactly what your Mom is doing. Let's just say you are an excellent distraction, on every level. Why think about the future when I can lay on the floor and watch you roll over?
Life has taken on a new reality with you. Maybe it's the snow that's finally melting, but I don't feel like I'm in survival mode anymore. And to think that just a year ago I learned I was pregnant, and we entered a three month period of praying, hoping, and praying. Now all of a sudden I know how to grocery shop with you, the best way to get you to burp, and how many diapers I need to get through the day. Amazing.
I keep telling people that I can remember a time when you weren't in my life, but it all seems so distant and fuzzy. Incomplete. Someday we'll watch Jerry Maguire together, and I'll turn to you and say, 'You complete me, Pumpkin.' My eyes will be full of tears and you'll roll your eyes. But it will be as true as anything I've ever said. That's how much I love you now, and how much I'll love you then, and how much I'll always love my Spunkeroo.