Baby girl, you’re 10 months old and you are getting so big and so smart.
I still love waking up to your babbles in the morning (even if it takes me a little longer to get there).
You are so beautiful, precious girl. I even have strangers come up to me and tell me how beautiful you are.
Your name Beatrice means “Bringer of Joy,” and it suits you perfectly. You make everyone who sees you smile. Your smirky looks, and your big gummy smiles, are enough to melt even the grumpiest of them.
Every day you amaze me. You do something new, or make a new face, or try to say “hi”.
You turn pages like a pro, walk with your walker with out any help, and climb on everything like a monkey.
You make me smile every.single.day. All day long.
Thank you for letting me be your mom.
You are my heart baby girl.
I love who you are becoming….
but please stop growing.