Sweet baby girl, you are an adventurous one. You somehow don’t look like a baby anymore. Just a small window of time passed and I turned around to find you had grown. You crawl at lightening speeds with great excitement, breathing noisily till you reach that wooden bench that tempts you daily. When you wake from your nap, you crawl out of bed on your own in the dim morning light, over the pillow barrier meant to protect you, toward the bedroom door. You peek around with curious eyes and giggle when we notice you. Nobody makes you laugh quite like your papa who spends every minute of the day with you. You love to visit the horses and greet them with an outstretched arm and a wave. You even say buyy-buyy in the softest voice. We like to play your favorite Elvis song on the record player and watch you dance! The moment the song starts you rock back and forth. You even turn the pages of your book all by yourself.
Papa will be leaving for the summer months and I know you’ll miss him like crazy. He is crazy about you, Lorea. He calls you monkey, little dove, pumpkin pie, baby girl. He tells you, you’re such a sweet baby. We love you so much. Do you know how much, baby girl?
Photography by Ashley Camper
I heard you wake as I was making coffee this morning. When I opened the bedroom door I found you sitting up in bed looking at your hands. You smiled when you saw my face. You are such a happy baby and you’re growing too fast. You are so strong– exploring the living room in a pretty impressive crawl, reaching out for any high surface to pull yourself up. You’re almost there. You even reach out for me and your papa when we are near. If there is a basket around full of things, you enjoy pulling each item out and inspecting it one by one. There is a thin line between your laugh and cry. Our expressions push you either way. You have a tiny mouthful of perfectly imperfect teeth (6 to be exact).
We call you our little dove, our sweet baby girl, our love bug. In the hour before you sleep you make all sorts of sounds but your ma-ma and da-da aren’t quite intentional yet. I love the way your hands wave about and your eyes widen with every sound. You continue to change us, Lorea. You challenge our love and remind us to be kind to one another, to communicate with more clarity, to show our love beyond a quick I love You. Some days we are so tired but you won’t let us be. We don’t mind all that much. You’re our everything. You mean everything to me, to papa, to us. You make everything better, Lorea.