...well almost a year. Baby girl has her first birthday in two days.
If I could keep you little,
I'd hum you lullabies.
But then I'd miss you singing
your concert's big surprise.
But then I'd miss you singing
your concert's big surprise.
If I could keep you little,
I'd hold your hand everywhere.
But then I'd miss you knowing,
"I can go... you stay there."
I'd hold your hand everywhere.
But then I'd miss you knowing,
"I can go... you stay there."
If I could keep you little,
I'd kiss your cuts and scrapes.
But then I'd miss you
learning from your own mistakes.
If I could keep you little,
I'd strap you in real tight.
But then I'd miss you swinging
from your treetop height.
I'd kiss your cuts and scrapes.
But then I'd miss you
learning from your own mistakes.
If I could keep you little,
I'd strap you in real tight.
But then I'd miss you swinging
from your treetop height.
If I could keep you little,
I'd decide on matching clothes.
But then I'd miss you choosing
dots on top and stripes below.
If I could keep you little,
I'd cut your bread into shapes.
But then I'd miss you finding,
"Hey! I like ketchup with my grapes!"
I'd decide on matching clothes.
But then I'd miss you choosing
dots on top and stripes below.
If I could keep you little,
I'd cut your bread into shapes.
But then I'd miss you finding,
"Hey! I like ketchup with my grapes!"
If I could keep you little,
I'd tell you stories every night.
But then I'd miss you reading
the words you've learned by sight.
If I could keep you little,
I'd pick for you a friend or two.
But then I'd miss you finding
friends you like who like you too!
If I could keep you little,
we'd finger-paint our art.
But then I'd miss you creating
stories from you heart.
If I could keep you little,
I'd push your ducky float.
But then I'd miss you feeling
the wind behind summer's boat.
I'd push your ducky float.
But then I'd miss you feeling
the wind behind summer's boat.
If I could keep you little,
we'd nap in our fort midday.
But then I'd miss you sharing
adventures from camp away.
we'd nap in our fort midday.
But then I'd miss you sharing
adventures from camp away.
If I could keep you little,
I'd fly you with my feet.
But then I'd miss you seeing
sky and clouds from your seat.
I'd fly you with my feet.
But then I'd miss you seeing
sky and clouds from your seat.
If I could keep you little,
I'd keep you close to me.
But then I'd miss you growing
into who you're meant to be!
WRITTEN BY
Marianne Richmond
A year is so bitter sweet. I love to watch my baby grow and learn. To discover the world around her. To see her little body so tiny and fragile to crawling around at top speeds. To watch her go from miss snuggler to miss independent. I catch myself thinking I wish she would stay a baby. I already miss the late night nursing, tiny little outfits, careful constant supported bath time. I miss the tight grip on my finger. As much as I miss these things I love all her new personality traits. I love that she is growing into a strong willed little firecracker. She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. I can't wait to see the young lady she will become. I know she is growing so fast and I can't stop her. I just want to soak in ever milestone, every moment.
Miss Ember,
You will always be my baby girl. I love you with all my heart. You are a dream come true. A gift from God. A blessing far beyond what I ever knew possible. Life is better with you in it. I love you, daddy loves you and your big brother is crazy about you. Ty loves you so much he hates it when you have to nap and is the first one in your room when you wake up. I promise I will always take care of you. I will always hold you close and cherish being your mommy.
Mommy
