And so it should. She is becoming more and more human every day. She knows what she likes and doesn't. She is becoming more and more vocal. The little miss late-bloomer is even close to walking.
The thing is, it's too late now. It didn't take long, but at 18 months, she is already so woven into my life. Into every morning and every night. When she goes to bed, I still long to wake her at least once a night. To hold her. Just to be with her. How wonderfully lucky am I?
Weird things happen in your heart when you have a child. All the space for shoes or outfits or other beautiful things seems to get cleared out to make space for one little piece of pretty. And this little piece of pretty expands like that weird builders sealant foam. And pretty soon, that pretty is all you have.
My husband has been away for nearly a week now. On business. And we have 11 more days (yes, I am absolutely counting) before we can get him back. Strangely, even though I miss him so much, I am enjoying this alone time with my little big girl. We get to bond and do silly things and have long walks and share our hearts. Obviously she mainly says that she'd like another biscuit (or grape, or other sweet thing). She tries on my necklaces. She climbs on me. She is happy to share my body with her rapidly growing sister.
She is pretty. And pretty amazing.
