One of the highlights of my of day (other than obviously spending sweet, precious time with Waverly Maye) is catching up on some of my favorite blogs. I can’t believe there was this whole fascinating world in cyberspace that I wasn’t even aware of. It has now become a part of my daily routine. And while reading one of my go-to’s the other day … I was inspired for a post of my own.
Charlene @ Becoming the Barr’s recently shared such a sweet, inspirational post about her baby girl’s newborn photos. While reading it, I realized that I hadn’t posted my favorites from Waverly’s yet.
So today’s the day.
Waverly’s photos were taken by Stacey @ Little Baby Blue Photography (Virginia Beach, VA.). Even though it was five months ago, I still can remember the day they were taken quite well. And so, I’m going to document it now before I forget even one slight detail.
You were a mere 5 days old when we tucked you into your car seat to drive you to your first photo shoot. My heart was more full than I ever thought it could be, although now looking back, I didn’t even know the sweet, perfect YOU yet.
What I did know? How beautiful you were. So stunning that I remember wanting you to look exactly the same way forever. When your dad used to say how much you were changing everyday, I used to tell him he was crazy. I didn’t want to believe it. But he was right.
(Don’t ever tell him I said that.)
Though I didn’t think it could happen, you have only gotten more beautiful since that day.
Inside & out.
I was so proud of your red hair; just like me. Somehow, it made me feel more like you were mine.
(Even though I still sometimes really can’t believe it. I get to keep you forever? I really can’t be that lucky.)
From the moment you were born, everyone has said that you have my lips and your daddy’s eyes.
That hasn’t changed at all.
(Lucky girl … From the time I was in high school, daydreaming of my future life with your Daddy … I hoped our children would have those baby blues.)
You kept those eyes closed during all of your newborn pictures, though. We “tip-toed” around the room while you slept, even as Stacey moved you in a million different positions. I have a feeling the same thing wouldn’t happen now. Maybe if you were in your magic sleep suit, but that probably wouldn’t make for the best pictures.
Beyond your irrestistable face is your little body. Height certainly doesn’t run in our family, and you are no exception. Even five months later, your little arms & legs haven’t gotten much longer. You have certainly gotten chunkier, though, and I just love it. Those cheeks have filled out, your tummy gets big (especially after eating), and I even have spotted a few baby rolls. And that baby butt. I really would like you to put it up like that when you sleep forever. Can you make that happen?
Although even our doctor didn’t believe it, you have been smiling from the start. It first happened while you were sleeping. Those lips would creep up in the cutest way, and still do. You must have the best dreams to smile like that in your sleep. They can’t be as great as the many I have for you, though.
Oh, how that little body fits so perfectly in your Daddy’s hands. Although I don’t like to admit that he does much better than me, he can hold you and get you to sleep like magic.
(Even more magic than that magic sleep suit.)
Sweet girl, we both can’t believe that we created someone as perfect & precious as you.
I remember looking at you that day, when we were first getting to know you, absolutely amazed.
extremely nervous, anxious, bewildered, and (obviously) sleep-deprived, but we had you.
And always will. There is nothing better than that.
And on one final point …
That day, and truly, everyday with you since, was so memorable & magical. Everything about you – including your physical features, facial expressions, and daily nuances – are nothing short of perfection.
Me, on the other hand, not so much. Five days post-partum, and a brand new mom with a lack of sleep & not much confidence or clarity in caring for a newborn … I was a mess. I barely got my hair dried that morning and threw on the first black dress that I could find to fit my post-preggers/no longer cute with a belly body. I had the “belly bandit” tightly velcroed around my midsection in hopes to bring my bloating down, which caused the 80 degree July weather to feel more like 180 degrees to me. And my nails? As you can see below, they were half-painted with the bright pink I had put on the week before anticipating your arrival. Therefore, for obvious reasons, I wasn’t much up for pictures. It certainly wasn’t my most shining moment of fashion through the years. But I am glad I did, because it shows the bond that I was already creating with you, one that has only grown since. And that I know will continue to.
(And furthermore, posting this picture in COLOR definitely shows that strong love too, don’t you think?)