Letters to Klara: Month One

And in case you were hoping for the first month's letter...
September 15, 2011

Dear Sweet Klara Jean,

I love everything about being your mama. (Okay, I miss the sleep that came with living alone!) I always knew that I was born to be a mother, but I had no idea what that meant until I held you in my arms. You are the best “thing” that’s ever happened to me—really.

I love the way you “smile” with your eyes. I love the way you sleep the most soundly when you’re on my chest. I love your tiny toes and long fingers and plump lips. I love the way you squeak at me when I move while you’re trying to nurse. I love that you like being in Mama’s arms the best. I love the look you give me in the morning when I say in my happiest voice, “Good Morning, Baby Girl!” I love that, when you’re upset, your favorite place to be is at Mama’s breast. I love it. All of it. My heart feels like it could burst from the great love I have for you.

During the first few weeks of your life, I was so overwhelmed with the sheer volume of visitors. You were visited by Grandma Laurie (almost every day), Grandpa Roc Roc, Nana, Papa, Dad, Grandma Marcie, Auntie Kiki, Auntie Jessica, Auntie Breanna, Logan, Chandler, The Mitchells, Nicole (“Coco”), Chris (“Mimi”), Jackie (“Gigi”), Makenzie and Lexie, The Cirinis, Grandma Nancy, Cindy Anderson, The Rices, Cousin Haley, Becka Schnell, The Van Tatenhoves, Cousin Rachelle (and Zayah), Aunt Marjo, Aunt Karen, Uncle Joe, Alina, Lauren Haberman, Jillian Gamble, The Dennises, Anne, Lia, Mando and Ashley. It seemed that EVERYONE (and their sister) wanted to meet you. You’re so very loved, Little One.  Your village is large (and beautiful).

You’re stirring now. You probably want to eat, as that seems to be your very favorite pastime these days. I’m going to go scoop you up and hold you close. I know these days are fleeting, and I don’t want to miss a minute!

All my love,

      Mama