Showing posts with label Gabi's 3rd Birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gabi's 3rd Birthday. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Even harder than my 30th
We celebrated Gabs' 3 rd birthday this past weekend. It was a pretty momentous occasion. My baby is 3. She is potty trained, speaking in full sentences ( granted in a wee, tiny little chipmunk voice), capable of doing absolutely everything her big sister can do. She is amazing. In the last couple of months, she has outgrown that adorable little baby roundness and is now long and lean, like the world's tiniest supermodel.
I had this wonderful Fancy Nancy birthday party planned for her. She had to have it. She's wanted it ever since her sister had it last year for her 4th (ever the Bella parrot). As always, in our home, the girls wear costumes to their birthday party. I don't know how that tradition started but its been going on since Bella's 3rd birthday party. Both girls wore their Fancy Nancy outfits complete with boas, shoes, and crowns ( all princesses must have crowns). The house was decorated and people were arriving and all of the sudden I was hit with a horrible sadness, followed by fear,and what can only be described as damn near a panic attack as I ever want to get. I recognized this bizarre feeling. It was the same feeling that I had had the morning of my 30th birthday. The birthday that I was sure would not effect me because what was I to be afraid of. It was only 30! Who knows what happened in that brain of mine that day. All I know is I remember feeling like I was losing something big. Something enormous, and then I realized it wasn't what I had lost..it was what I had not yet accomplished that was bringing me down on my 30th and made me afraid to move past it. Maybe that's why I've had so many 30th birthdays?
Well, on Gabs' birthday party morning I felt the same way. In fact, I felt worse. This time it wasn't what I hadn't accomplished; it was what I had. Somehow, I had managed to have the privilege of giving birth to this little amazing person and each year that she gets older, I am losing her. Each year she gets older, it is the last time for something in my life.This past weekend marked the last weekend that I will ever have a 2 year old, Gabs.
This parenting gig is bitter sweet. Who would have ever thought that my baby turning 3 would be harder emotionally for me than when I , myself, turned 30 (the first time).
I had this wonderful Fancy Nancy birthday party planned for her. She had to have it. She's wanted it ever since her sister had it last year for her 4th (ever the Bella parrot). As always, in our home, the girls wear costumes to their birthday party. I don't know how that tradition started but its been going on since Bella's 3rd birthday party. Both girls wore their Fancy Nancy outfits complete with boas, shoes, and crowns ( all princesses must have crowns). The house was decorated and people were arriving and all of the sudden I was hit with a horrible sadness, followed by fear,and what can only be described as damn near a panic attack as I ever want to get. I recognized this bizarre feeling. It was the same feeling that I had had the morning of my 30th birthday. The birthday that I was sure would not effect me because what was I to be afraid of. It was only 30! Who knows what happened in that brain of mine that day. All I know is I remember feeling like I was losing something big. Something enormous, and then I realized it wasn't what I had lost..it was what I had not yet accomplished that was bringing me down on my 30th and made me afraid to move past it. Maybe that's why I've had so many 30th birthdays?
Well, on Gabs' birthday party morning I felt the same way. In fact, I felt worse. This time it wasn't what I hadn't accomplished; it was what I had. Somehow, I had managed to have the privilege of giving birth to this little amazing person and each year that she gets older, I am losing her. Each year she gets older, it is the last time for something in my life.This past weekend marked the last weekend that I will ever have a 2 year old, Gabs.
This parenting gig is bitter sweet. Who would have ever thought that my baby turning 3 would be harder emotionally for me than when I , myself, turned 30 (the first time).
Monday, May 24, 2010
I love you right up to the moon....and Back!
Three years ago today, May 21, 2007, I woke up anxious and excited, scared and elated. This was the day I would meet the most precious little lady that I will ever know. This is the day that I met my joy and sunshine.
Three years ago today, I left your big sister at home asleep with Grandma ChaCha while your Daddy and I quietly went off to meet you. But not before she gave you one last kiss before you entered into our world!
Three years ago today, our video camera decided to stop working and your Uncle Jeff had to drive his in from Michigan. He was happy to do it so we could commemorate your birth.
Three years ago today, I was told that you were too big for me to birth and may have had to have a cesarean section but I endured several different embarrassing and uncomfortable positions to prove them wrong (and I did!)Can you say Texas Roll?
Three years ago today, my heart doubled in size to accommodate all the love that I had in my heart to give to you.
Three years ago today, my eyes cried tears of overwhelming joy when I first saw your beautiful face.
Three years ago today, our family became complete.
Three years ago today, Daddy held you in his arms for the first time and you melted his heart and wrapped him around your tiny little finger, all in the same second.
Three years ago today, Bella became a proud big sister and has loved you every moment since with all the love her little heart could hold.
Three years ago today, I became the Mommy of one of God's most precious blessings.
Three years ago today (and every single day since)I looked down into the giant big blue eyes of yours and I fell deep into love with my Gabi!
Happy 3rd birthday baby! I love you ( and your sister) right up to the moon and back! No matter what, I love you! Even when you don't like me...Mommy always loves you!
I Love you so much More than a fat kid loves cake...its insane how much I love you!
Today, May 21, 2010, I love you more than words can give justice to. Everyday that I am blessed to be your Mommy is the greatest day of my life! You are my sunshine, GabiLuci!
Three years ago today, I left your big sister at home asleep with Grandma ChaCha while your Daddy and I quietly went off to meet you. But not before she gave you one last kiss before you entered into our world!
Three years ago today, our video camera decided to stop working and your Uncle Jeff had to drive his in from Michigan. He was happy to do it so we could commemorate your birth.
Three years ago today, I was told that you were too big for me to birth and may have had to have a cesarean section but I endured several different embarrassing and uncomfortable positions to prove them wrong (and I did!)Can you say Texas Roll?
Three years ago today, my heart doubled in size to accommodate all the love that I had in my heart to give to you.
Three years ago today, my eyes cried tears of overwhelming joy when I first saw your beautiful face.
Three years ago today, our family became complete.
Three years ago today, Daddy held you in his arms for the first time and you melted his heart and wrapped him around your tiny little finger, all in the same second.
Three years ago today, Bella became a proud big sister and has loved you every moment since with all the love her little heart could hold.
Three years ago today, I became the Mommy of one of God's most precious blessings.
Three years ago today (and every single day since)I looked down into the giant big blue eyes of yours and I fell deep into love with my Gabi!
Happy 3rd birthday baby! I love you ( and your sister) right up to the moon and back! No matter what, I love you! Even when you don't like me...Mommy always loves you!
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