A Whole New World

Dear Reagan,

You are eight weeks old. Being your mother has been the greatest privilege of my life thus far.  You are miraculous. You smile so wide that it consumes your entire face. You have conversations filled with “coos” and grunts.  You giggle in your sleep causing your little body to shake. You get so very mad when you are hungry that you turn red . You stick out your little lip when you cry. You eyes get heavy when you are eating. and you often fall asleep midway through. You kick your legs and flap your arms in the bath. You demand to be held facing outward so that you can take in the world around you. You entertain yourself  with your reflection in your activity gym.

You have a personality. It is awe inspiring.

My life transformed when you arrived. I instantly received the instinct to protect you and guard  you. I know you are only a newborn, but I have already broken down thinking about your first day of kindergarden, your high school graduation, and the day your father walks you down the aisle. Call it post-pregnancy hormones, but time is going by much too quickly and it terrifies me.

Sometimes I look at you and just cry because I love you so much. Each day I fall more deeply and madly in love with you.

Love,

Mom