6:03 am, Greta started stirring. I woke up, glad to be away from my dream. I hate those dreams that you can’t stop dreaming. I was so happy to go in her room and feed her and grateful for the morning. She is asleep again–next to me in bed. I have the best daughter. Yesterday, my visiting teachers threw Greta a baby shower. Having a baby shower every three months is a good idea. She got a ton of cute clothes–she is in 6-9 month now, you know. Lots and lots of dresses and some bows! I have resolved to embrace her girly-ness. I have been kind of playing it down. Just because I like wearing browns and greens and gray…doesn’t mean she has to. Bring on the purple and pink and bows and frills. We have to make up for lost time. We also got some toys and items to get her ready to start eating solids. That’s our next step, I suppose.
Time is moving so quickly. I have thought a lot about this. For the past 3-4 years of my life I feel like time has almost stood still. I was always anticipating something. Waiting to go on my mission. Knowing it would one day end. Counting the days until I married Chris. Counting the days I was “late.” Preparing for a baby. Anticipating, every second, her arrival. It all seemed like an eternity. And now she is here and has been here for nearly 3 1/2 months and it sometimes feels like an instant. The phrase “Time flies when you’re having fun” makes sense because when you are having fun, you aren’t anticipating anything. You are right in that moment, enjoying it. That’s where I am right now. I feel excited…for nothing in particular.