I am not a blogger.

I have resisted starting a blog for years. I had lots of great reasons (excuses?) for not writing one too. Namely, I didn’t think anyone would care about what I had to say. Now I feel differently, not because other people suddenly find me interesting but because I have too many wonderful people in my life that I don’t want to forget about.

About four months ago I had just washed a load of lots of pink laundry and as I sat folding those tiny little clothes I daydreamed about the sweet little baby who would wear them. I used to go into her room, open her drawers and pull out neatly folded outfits and just wish for her to come. Today I washed those same clothes and folded them for the last time because my little girl has outgrown them. She is growing up faster than I could have imagined and I don't want to forget anything. So I started a blog.

I want to remember how I felt the first time I held her and how small she looked in Matthew’s arms. I want to remember the way she loved to sleep with her hands by her face and how she could free herself from a swaddle blanket in the middle of the night. Sometimes she even pulled her arms out of her pajamas too. I would wake up to find her little naked arm resting by her cheek. I want to remember the way she would squawk when she was upset because she never cries. Honestly this baby has hardly ever cried in her three months of life. I hope I didn’t just jinx myself. But most of all I want to remember all the sweet things she does that just tug at my heart. I had no idea how much happiness this sweet baby would bring but I do know that I never want to forget any of it.