My baby girl is one year old today!
From the minute Gia was born, her eyes were wide open, taking in the world around her. Those expressive eyes, I melt every time I look into them.
Gia is a hybrid of her two brothers. She seems older than she is, something I always felt with Luca. She has the same whispy, fair hair Luca had at her age. She has Julian’s curiosity and determination, as well as a little bit of his mischievousness. I would definitely say Gia is a Daddy’s girl (the way she runs to him when he gets home!), but reserves her deliberate, open-mouthed kisses for me. She ADORES her brothers,
running speed crawling after them, wherever they go. And they adore her back. Watching the three of them interact fills my heart like nothing else.
Gia, I couldn’t have imagined a more beautiful daughter. Every single time I look at you, I’m in awe of how perfect you are. But what’s more is I can feel the beauty that radiates inside of you. A dear friend once said that you would do great things in life. I know this to be true. I love you bug. Happy 1st birthday. x
2015 was one of my most challenging years yet. Despite this, I will always look back on this year with extreme gratitude for two, main reasons: The birth of our beautiful Gia and my own personal growth.
Whether you are one to make year-end resolutions or not, reflection is something you just can’t help at this time of year. And I have been doing a lot of reflection as I set my intentions for 2016. I’d like to share a few of my personal goals here, if you’d like to read..
My first baby is four years old today. How did we get here so quickly?
At the age of four, reading continues to be Luca’s favorite activity. He reads everything, everywhere. The other day he was grocery shopping with Charlie and was quite upset when they passed the frozen section and Charlie didn’t pick up our routine Eggo waffles (lol). Charlie tried to explain that we already had some at home, but sometimes there is just no reasoning with a
toddler preschooler. To keep the peace, Charlie placed a box in the cart temporarily and returned it once Luca was distracted. Once they paid, Luca asked for the receipt and read each item on it, out loud. After reading the list twice, he looks up at Charlie and exclaims, “Daaadeee! But where is Eggo waffles?!” Ha! We can’t get anything past this one.
In these past four years I’ve watched Luca grow into the most beautiful being. He’s always had such a thirst for learning and I’m constantly in awe of how quickly he is able to pick things up. He can be a stubborn one (mostly around dinner time – but hey, at least he’s consistent?) and still has the same infectious laugh he had when he was just a few months old. Luca is a sensitive little guy and sometimes that translates into more emotional outbursts in a day, than I’d like. That being said, I wouldn’t change his sensitivity for anything because that is what makes him the gentle soul he is. He takes such good care of everything and everyone around him and is the most affectionate little person I know. I can literally feel the love bursting from his heart when I hold him close. I’m so proud of him.
Luca, my love, happy 4th birthday! I love you, so very much.
I recently read this essay in The Times and it’s been on my mind ever since. Many of us are striving for quality over quantity, but when it comes to the time we are spending with our loved ones, Bruni makes a good case for quantity. I’m currently in month three of a year-long maternity leave and even with work out of the equation, I still find myself contemplating whether or not I am making the most of my days with my family. I found this particular excerpt of his quite comforting:
“Couples move in together not just because it’s economically prudent. They understand, consciously or instinctively, that sustained proximity is the best route of the soul to someone; that unscripted gestures at unexpected junctures yield sweeter rewards than scripted ones on date night; that the “I love you” that counts most isn’t whispered with great ceremony on a hilltop in Tuscany. No, it slips out casually, spontaneously, in the produce section or over the dishes, amid the drudgery detritus of their routines. That’s also when the truest confessions are made, when hurt is at its rawest and tenderness at its purest.”
For as long as I can remember, the month of September has always held great significance in my life. In fact, it was on an almost perfect September day that I lost my father. I can remember feeling so betrayed by the sun – the way it continued to shine as darkness flooded my insides.
It was in September I married my best friend, and also had our first child. Shortly after Luca was born I pulled the blinds in my hospital room, surprised to find a blanket of clouds through the rain-streaked windows. I couldn’t believe how dark it was outside when everything around me was the brightest it had ever been. I guess that is why I hold September so dear – it reminds me how important it is to look beyond what is in front of me.
Shauna Niequist said, “There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming.” That is what September will always be for me, a season about becoming.
This year went by far too quickly. This boy is growing, far too quickly. It’s bittersweet, as any parent knows. I’m so thankful that he is healthy and thriving. So thankful. But there is always a tiny part of me that wishes I could freeze time. Just keep him my baby for a little while longer. I’m very attached to this cuddle bug 😉
I never imagined a baby could be so determined and fearless! It’s amazing to watch. And hilarious. And sometimes scary. He certainly keeps me on my toes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hope he is always this curious, determined and fearless. I have a good feeling he will be 🙂
And so, happy 1st birthday my beautiful Julian. You are so special to me and our family. This past year with you has been beyond incredible and I can’t wait for the adventures this next one brings. xo