One year ago, we welcomed our Bridget bear into the world. Part of me can’t believe it’s already been a year, and the other part can barely remember life before her.
This first year was packed with milestones. Each week and month brought a new skill or personality trait: another glimpse into our little girl.
I’ll remember the excitement when she first rolled over, the joy of her baptism, watching her experience her first holidays, and those unforgettable wobbly first steps. What I also want to remember are the little things; those things that made up our days with Bridget in her first year.
The thrill of knocking over the tower of blocks.
The funny face at the first taste of solid food.
The awe of the Christmas tree lights.
The toothy grin.
The “surfing” motion when she first learned to stand.
The simple and beautiful sight of her sleeping.
The first time she smiled.
Playing peek-a-boo around the dining room table.
The long nights and early mornings spent rocking her to sleep.
When she picks up the phone and yells “hello” (or her version of “hello”).
When she puts her arm up to be picked up.
Bath time fun.
The endless quest for my cellphone.
The fascination with the ceiling fan.
That moment of panic when she first stood up in her crib.
The restful feeling when she first slept through the night.
The comfort of her head on my shoulder and arms wrapped around mine.
The giggle when I spray her with the rubber ducky bath toy.
When she learned to play peekaboo with the curtains.
The relief I felt when she finished her first bottle one week before I went back to work.
The clumsy clap.
The great big smile when Dad walks in the room.
The look back when she’s into something she shouldn’t be.
The enthusiastic crawl to me when I picked her up from Miss Denise’s house.
The ornery smile when I open the car door to get her out.
The fish face she makes while eating.
Her baby butt (weird, I know, but it’s just too cute!).
The endless laps around the house.
The rosy cheeks and big blue eyes.
The small patch of hair on her otherwise bald and adorable head.
The could- never-get-old “firsts” for everything.
The excitement of driving to pick her up at the end of the workday.
The dozen kisses I steal before I leave in the morning. And then fighting the urge to come back and do it again.
The persistence to climb the stairs. Over and over again.
The “bobbing” of her head when she’s dancing to music.
When she learned to stack the rings and would clap after each one.
The thrill she shows when pulling her around the house in the laundry basket.
The first time she attempted to walk in shoes.
The snorting giggle.
Her theatric blowing of kisses. Muahhh!
Her first taste of spaghetti.
The smiles when she wakes up in the morning. She is definitely an early bird like her mom.
Her endless curiosity of what’s in the cabinets.
Her fascination with Josie. I foresee a beautiful friendship in their future.
Happy birthday, Bridget bear!