Oh, the many, many faces of my sweet, ornery little girl.

I am becoming more and more aware of the fact that my daughter is growing so very quickly, right before my eyes.  Her personality is becoming defined. Temper tantrums are for real a thing that 100% exists. (Oh, and they do not wait until the clock strikes midnight and she turns from 1 to 2.) She is running, full fledged, running. She is nurturing and loves babies (no ideas, people). She is cognitive of her surroundings and picks up on verbiage and communication cues. She is growing. Out of clothes and shoes and cute PJ’s. Sometimes, Nathan will say, “Look at her. She looks like a ‘big’ kid now.” She is a Daddy’s girl 80% of the time and a Mommy’s in the mornings and late at night. She is hard headed and strong willed. I am in trouble. Her daddy is in trouble.

Most days I don’t allow my mind to trickle away to get ‘too deep.’ But, as we were cooped up inside for almost two fulls days due to rain and the return of cold air, my thoughts did wander. I look as this little lady who just seems to have a personality that is bursting at the seams and I can’t imagine who and what she will be.

And the truth is none of us know. I can only hope that the beauty of her blooms stronger and wilder as she grows (minus the whole temper tantrums) and that through example and faith, she is generous, happy and kind. I pray every night as I hold her tight, “Lord, let her be a happy, kind soul.” I pray that she always has a strong connection and relationship with Nathan and I. That she trusts us and that she lives life with God at her core.

It is all something unknown. All out of my control. All promised wishes and prayers, for the little crazy girl that steals my heart and changes my priorities with each passing day.

Have a great weekend, friends!

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