Today she turns one. The baby. Do I still get to call her my baby after today? My mom still calls me the baby sometimes, so I think it'll be Ok.
That little baby that joined us a year ago, so perfect and tiny, so ordinary and normal, is now crawling all over the place, getting into every bit of mischief she can, and has these tiny wisps of hair that go in 12 different directions. Oh, and her smile is the stuff movies are made of. She still gets up every 3 hours in the night to snuggle with mommy and even though it tires me out sometimes, I love it & will miss it very soon.
I'm no longer afraid of the boogie man, or the alligators that hide under my bed at night. You know, the bed that is really a boat? But I recently caught Eden and Lars trying to work together to get Elia up on to Eden's big bed to protect her from such evil death traps. I guess the creatures that were mine and my brother's arch nemesis growing up have found their way to my house now and into my children's bedrooms. Crazy how that happens. I'm glad Elia has such great older siblings to carry her through life, she's going to need that.
My baby is going to spend her first birthday party at the race track for her daddy's first run as a race car driver. We even have a cake.
In all my life, I never dreamed of being a pastor's wife, living in a parsonage, calling Western Nebraska my home, bringing three babies into this world and loving them with as much as a heart can give, or, least of all, watching my beloved husband drive around a 1/4 mile oval track as a bumble bee race car driver.
Oh the plans God has for us...
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