Miss Alice is 10 months old. In fact, she has been 10 months old for awhile now, but we are in the process of moving, so I have not had the chance to write this until now.
At 10 months of age, Alice is quite busy. She has learned to crawl, and she is FAST. (Here is a little video of her crawling skills.) She can pull up on furniture, and she is already trying to let go and balance on her own. She can climb stairs. She eats everything in sight. She reminds me of that Tasmanian devil from the old cartoons, who traveled around in a tornado of energy. She has started waving and clapping her hands when someone says, "Yay!" She says "Mama", and her real first word, "Baby", which sounds like "Buh-buh".
In spite of her energy level, Alice is actually a very calm, easy baby. She is extremely laid-back, and she continues to be a great sleeper, even in the midst of all of the chaos of moving. I am so thankful for her content, easy-going personality.
It's so hard to believe that we will be celebrating Alice's first birthday this summer. Where has the time gone?
There is so much I could say. God's faithfulness has been the theme of our lives, certainly the theme of the past three years. At the commencement ceremony today, we sang a hymn, and the words of that hymn moved me to tears. They capture what I feel so perfectly:
What heights of love,
What depths of peace,
When fears are stilled,
When strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all -
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
One of the most tangible ways in which God has demonstrated his faithfulness is through all of you, our family and friends. Thank you for supporting us, for loving us, for encouraging us. Thank you for walking with us through these past three years. It means more to us than we will ever be able to say.
This morning, M made coffee and cooked breakfast for us, while Lucy presented me with a Mother's Day card. "Happy Mother's Day!" she shouted proudly. Alice waved her arms and kicked her chubby, little legs, which was her own way of saying, "Happy Mother's Day, Mama. Now, will you please put some of those eggs in my face?"
Then, it was off to church and the usual Sunday morning chaos. After church, we walked over to Steuben's for brunch...
During brunch, Lucy had a little accident while going potty. Of course, being the supermom that I am, I forgot to pack an extra change of clothes in the diaper bag. Lucy (who is 3 and has been potty-trained for almost a year) ended up wearing one of Alice's size 2 diapers. Needless to say, she was not happy about it. Meanwhile, Alice decided that it would be the perfect time to have a diaper blow-out. I spent most of brunch in the bathroom, cleaning up poop.
Even at the time, it was funny. I couldn't help thinking how completely un-glamorous motherhood is. It's hard, and it's messy, and some days I cry more than my kids. But here's the thing. Motherhood is beautiful. All I have to do is look into those little eyes, one pair of green and one pair of blue, and I am reminded that there is tremendous beauty in the messiness. Changing diapers, cleaning up spills, wiping away tears. One day, when they are all grown-up, I will long for these days. My heart will ache to hear them say one more time, "Mama, will you hold me?"
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers, old and young, expecting or longing. You are beautiful.
Three years ago, at 7:33 in the morning, we first met. It was a Sunday. When they placed you in my arms, and you looked up at me, I felt as if my heart would burst. I had never seen anything more beautiful. Those perfect lips, those tiny hands, that head full of wild, dark hair. I fell in love.
It has been such a privilege to be your mama, to watch you grow and learn and explore the world around you. I look at you, and my heart still feels as if it will burst. I love you. Happy birthday, sweet Lucy!