All day she waits around for her daddy to come home. She'll stand by the window and slap the glass with her tiny palm, whimpering daddy. Yesterday she actually tried pushing on the side door, trying to see if daddy was home.
I don't know why everything she does astounds me. I guess in the beginning you just can’t imagine where you’ll be, where she’ll be in a year. Then all of a sudden, you’re there. You don’t know how you got there, but you’re there. And now, she’s making words with her tiny mouth and connecting them to objects and people. She’s not wearing the tiniest of clothes anymore; she’s in 12 month sizes. How can she be in 12 month sizes? She’s only three months....oh yeah, she’s not anymore. It takes awhile for your brain to catch up with time, I suppose. But, I still can’t believe it’s almost spring time, a year after we was preparing to meet our little birdy. We made it. We’re here and it’s time to enjoy every little bit.