I remember when Isabella was born and I marveled at how beautiful, tiny, innocent she was. She was a perfect human being--and I brought her into the world.
I remember always looking forward to that next milestone--holding up her head, rolling over, first tooth, crawling, talking, eating solids...I couldn't wait for her to hit each and every one of them.
Fast forward to yesterday. She got in for her 18 month check up and her ped couldn't believe that Isabella is now such a toddler. And it hit me.
I can wait for the next milestone. I want time to stand still...I want to remember everything. Every little thing.
Like how yesterday we were at the hospital and she stopped to softly touch the wall made out of small rocks.
How yesterday she took off her diaper and was running around naked shrieking with laughter.
How she takes everything in and has to know what everything is--"Sat? Sat?"
How she says momma--"Mamamamamama"....I never want to forget how that sounds.
How at every meal she tries to climb up on the table to eat no matter how many times we tell her no--the girl has determination, that's for sure.
I take it back. From the beginning when I said I can't wait.
Because I can. And I will.