In a blink.

Ewiza Jane.
wittleone.
hungry bird.

You started growl-huffing this week, and it cracks me up.
You speak fluent "baa" and "uh-oh".
Blowing raspberries and smacking your lips.

Brothers are hugs and clapping.
Smash-face time is my favorite.
(When we squish our faces together and you try to bite my nose.)

You climb stairs with ease.
You crawl on one knee.
Cruising around the room holding onto furniture.

Bananas, yogurt drops, and cheerios are in the top 3.
You like just about all foods.
When you don't want something, you shake your head no. (this kills me!)

I still smell your hair.
I still pat your bottom.
I still rub your cheeks as you fall asleep.

You know the meaning of "no".
You cry generally every time you hear the word "no".
You have this face where you make the most heart breaking frown...

I wonder what you will be like a year from now.
I can't believe a year has gone by already.
I want you to forever be momma's little birdie bird.

I love to watch you and Daddy play together.
I know that you have a very special place in his heart.
I can't wait to watch you grow into the woman that God wants you to be.

Eliza Jane, you are beautiful in so many ways.
You have a wonderful story to tell.
I am so blessed to be your momma.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.