Weekends are obviously my favorites. Whitney's late mornings spent in pajamas, tickle time in our bed, and usually absolutely no plans. Since Andy works most weekends, I have really grown to love the time Whitney and I get to spend together. She loves being outside, and the weather at night is a bit cooler, so it's a great time for us to get some fresh air. It feels good to be back home, after spending a week in WI. I wouldn't trade that time in WI for anything though. My parents have been fortunate enough to spend so much time with her, and watch her grow up this past year. They've seen so many tears and smiles (on my part) but have stood strong and patient. I can only pray that Whitney will see the same in Andy and I some 30 years from now.
These weekends make so thankful for this little girl. Here she is, babbling, walking, playing all while her personality is budding. She brings me literally to tears sometimes when thinking about what a miracle she is.
I get it now, this is it - this whole parenting thing that gets you choked up. This child, who just a year ago came into our lives and we knew nothing of each other, here she is. She loves me and I love her.