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Monday, November 12, 2012

you are one of my favorite things are like a fairy tale world that's come to real life. you can see through me like some sort of transparent material. how could it be that in such a short time you've become one of my favorite things?...and when you smile, you smile, you smile at me you have no idea just how sweet it can be...don't you know, don't you know how i feel about you? it goes on and on, on and on. it goes on and on. -amy seeley

the tears are starting again. i love watching her grow but being the last one? it's bittersweet for me. 

now onto her first birthday in photos.

most of the photos below taken by my husband.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

3:10 pm.

One year ago at 3:10 pm little Miss Kinsley enter our life. She was beautiful. 6 pounds 12 ounces and 20 inches of perfection. She had the most perfect lips, the bluest eyes and the lightest blonde hair I had ever seen on a baby. She was gorgeous. And she was mine. 

I've cried a lot of tears. My baby, my last baby, is a year old. A year. One. 365 days. No more baby scent. No more baby things. No more tiny clothes.

The only things baby related left are bottles and the smell of dreft, which I refuse to stop using. Oh why does a year have to go by so fast?

My Dearest Kinsley,

The past year with you has flown by all too quickly. And it has been nothing short of heaven. I closed my eyes many times while holding you, trying to sketch whatever memory we were having in my head. I wanted to remember the weight of your tiny body on my chest. The way you breathed while you slept. The tight grasped of your tiny fingers onto mine while you ate. And I do. They are kept in a tiny box in my memory, there to keep forever. I only wish you could stay little a little bit longer so I could have more of those memories...

But now I am making different memories of you. New ones. Ones that I think are better than the other ones. The way you crawl to me when you see me. The way you stop crying the second when only I pick you up letting me know that I am still your favorite person. The sound of your laugh. The little dimple you get when you smile. The way your eyes light up when they meet mine. The moments you lay your head on my chest. I live for it all. You and your sisters are my whole world. And I love waking up to your smiling face every morning.

Happy first birthday my sweet Kinsley. I love you more than you know.

As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.


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