My Dear God she was so adorable and tiny.

She’s still adorable, but not-so tiny.

Sometimes I question if I’m doing a good job with her and then she says or does something disturbingly smart and I’m reassured that, yes- I’m doing the best I can.

Yeah, I lose my patience with her and I get super frustrated, but patience has never been my thing. I’m not perfect, but the point is, I’m trying. And I love her. And she knows it cause she’s just Mommas big bundle of hugs and kisses… oh and tantrums.

My womb hurts.

And sometimes I think, I’m so impatient with her sometimes, how can I have another.

Because. I was made to be a Mommy.

I look at her sometimes and I just can’t believe that she grew from me. She was once in my body. She is a part of me.

She’s smart, she’s silly, she’s funny, she throws tantrums, she doesn’t listen, she knows that cows say “Mooo” and that her doggie is a “good boy.”

That’s my girl. She’s getting so big.

**Sigh**

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