I'm reusing one of my Instagram photos because I didn't snap any others. Today was a big day for Emmy. She sat up by herself, watching daddy cook, for nearly a minute. It was a squishy, wobbly sitting up but it was still sitting. No mommy to cling to, no daddy helping her balance using his fingers, just Emmy sitting up by herself for the first time.
And as if that wasn't enough to overwhelm me, she also laughed for the first time too. I'm so happy both M and I were there to hear it. Every milestone is bittersweet. We always root her on and tell her how great she's doing, but every time she does something new or by herself I just hold her tight and tell her she is never allowed to grow up or like boys or get married or move away. I know it will all happen one day, and part of me is excited, but part of me will always want that tiny baby that I met in the early morning of February; the morning it snowed, the morning I didn't sleep for five minutes, the morning where it was just my new baby and I, alone, and I just held her and stared.
Who knew that watching your baby grow up could be so happy and painful at the same time.
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