Last year my friend Sarah had a baby.
Not just any old baby, though.
A baby I’d been praying for… since before she was actually conceived.
and her due date was like June 19th or something… and I kept saying “sounds like May 30th to me.”
Sarah told me I could buy her a special blanket. Every time I went to the store I tried to find the perfect blanket… and finally I found it. Pink. Hearts. Elephants. Super cozy.
She was born. On May 30th. My birthday. The best birthday present EVER.
I’m hopelessly smitten with this little baby. She’s the littlest of a trio of gingers that mean the absolute world to me.
This summer, she’s 13 months old.
and I cannot. get. enough. of. her.
You guys. Imagine if I procreated and birthed a tiny human of my own. I’d be nonstop all about that thing
Just like I’m nonstop all about this girl.
Don’t believe me? Just watch…
Selfies with sleepy Hannah while her mom runs errands so that Hannah can nap. I love her even when she’s asleep.
Hannah’s first trip inside of a Starbucks. An honor to share this momentous occasion with her. Please note the blanket. She likes to bury her face in her blanket and it makes me so happy.
Hannah chowing down on some pumpkin loaf during her first trip inside of Starbucks.
One day when I got to camp, they were all playing on the playground… and this girl was a HOT MESS. Snot all over, food on her shirt, hands and feet grey from the playground rocks… and I never knew a hot mess could be so freaking adorable.
Hanging out in the Pumphouse waiting for my coffee and getting the verbal assurance that when Hannah is older I can be the purchaser of her first frappuccino and then when she’s like 16, I can purchase her first cup of coffee.
Her brother went to overnight camp for the first time (which is kind of funny since they LIVE at camp) but we got to see him for a little bit during free time, and Hannah loved it.
Homegirl loves her blueberries. They make her happy. Food in general makes her happy. Seeing her happy makes me so happy. Funny how that works.
Hannah’s little face was the first thing I saw when I woke up in 2015, and I wrote about that… how this year would see so much change for her, one of those things being that she’d start WALKING. Well… it’s time. Homegirl needs to walk and I’ve spent a lot of time with her little hands wrapped around my pointer fingers, walking her around. She’s growing up, no turning back. I’m so glad I get to witness her life from up close.
My favorite little birthday present. <3