Our sweet life


My dear girl,

Oh what a year this has been.

You started the year wearing diapers. Waking each morning to peer through the slats of your crib at yellow walls, adorned with monkeys, in the only bedroom you’ve ever known. You spent lovely days with your nanny and the one friend you’ve known for your whole life. Lazy mornings and cozy afternoons spent dancing around our dining room, picnic lunches at the park, outings to storytime.

feet on the beach

Our weekends were blissful. So much so that they became the highlight of your week. You, me, Daddy. The three of us at the park, at the museum, even at the grocery store, we went together. Just us three.

And you and me. When we could be, we were inseparable. We greeted the day together each morning and I was there to tuck you in each night. I held your hand and we walked into dance class together. We cooked dinner side-by-side each afternoon. Your world began and ended with me and, my girl, mine began and ended with you.

Baby and me shadows

It was a beautiful time, my love. Sweet. Simple. I loved every minute of it.

But oh how things have changed.

Today you no longer toddle around in diapers. You proudly go potty all on your own. At night you climb into your big girl bed, surrounded by purple walls in a shade you picked out, in a new room, in a new house. Your lazy days are gone now in favor of quick mornings that lead into long afternoons at school. You share your days with dozens of friends and teachers, following the schedule, submitting to the routine of class and work. Field trips and assemblies and art projects.

girl on steps

Our weekends are still blissful. Still the highlight of your week. But even they have changed. No longer just the three of us, we have one more to add to our crew. One more to get ready before we leave the house. One more with extra things that must be carried.

And you and me. This is the part that hurts the most. We have changed. Sometimes, these days, we must separate. More often than I’d like. More often than I like to admit. I’m not always the one to greet you in the morning. I rarely tuck you in at night. You march off to dance class all on your own while I sit outside and peer through the window. At any given moment on any given day, you have to share me now. Find other people or activities to occupy your afternoons while my hands are full. And I have to share you. You skip off to school, to the people and experiences that will shape your day, and I drive away. Missing you.

daddy and little girl walking to ballet

Your world is bigger now. And mine is too.

I miss our simple days. I miss the you and me. A small part of me mourns our sweet, little life. Tears fall for the days we’ve known for almost three years.

But, my love, this is life. So many seasons and they do change. No one season lasts forever and we’d be just as sad if they did.

So I’m taking a deep breath now and I’m looking up. At my big girl. A girl who loves school and her big girl bed and her big purple room in her new house. A big sister who proudly shows off her big brother and smothers him with kisses and hugs. My girl, you are handling these transitions with admirable grace.

As this year slows to a close, we’ll settle into a new season. A new routine. A new everyday. You and I will find each other again. We’ll find our you and me. And we’ll find our us and him. We’ll make our new life. And, I know, it will be just as sweet.

big sister and new baby

All my love,



  1. Oh, there are so many stages of parenting we want to grab and hold on to and never forget. Your blog will help. There are more sweet days ahead, their nature is different but still sweet. Even the hard moments, the cry together because of the meanness in the world, that is sweet too. You clearly love mothering; I am so glad.
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    • Thank you! Somedays I can see that there are sweet days ahead and sometimes it is tougher to see them. It has been so encouraging to keep hearing from folks that they really are there.

  2. So sweet, and so true! I had my little girl all to myself for almost three years, too. But there are good things coming…right now, we are in the loose tooth stage. πŸ˜‰
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    • Ooh I’m actually looking forward to that stage! Seems my daughter is too. Just last night she tried to tell us she lost a tooth! At age three that would have been interesting πŸ˜‰

  3. What beautiful memories you have and will continue to create! I have to remind myself often to focus on the moment and enjoy the present … even when things are not going the way I hoped they would go! (maybe that should be especially rather than even …)

  4. {Melinda} Some seasons are so hard to let go of in mothering. (And others we can’t wait to see leave! πŸ™‚ Your little family is starting on a new, sweet season. How blessed you are to have this new addition. Enjoy each moment because before you know it, the next season will have begun.

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  5. It’s so bittersweet, isn’t it? The changes and shifts? Love this and all it captures.
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  6. Such a sweet post. It totally made me tear up…I remember feeling that way and now I cannot imagine the days of just having a family of three. It is amazing how time truly changes everything. πŸ™‚
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  7. This year has been a transition at my house too. I dread having our world totally change when JDaniel starts kindergarten next year.
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