She won’t remember this Christmas or the presents marked with her name, but perhaps, the first one is for the parents anyways. Because it only takes one breath to instantly forget what life was like before them, before those sparkling eyes and wild squeals. My son, I melt for him, I simply melt. But this girl, I look at her and I feel crazy alive and slightly terrified at the same time.
Last night her brother was drawing on his chalkboard, at a lovely 10 months old, she watched him, picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing like him. He began to put the chalk back into the cup, piece by piece and she copied, until they were all gathered. She’s a doer, my girl. That’s why I’m a perfect blend of awe and terror on most days. Anyways, look out world, and by world, I mean, me.
And so, for this wild-eyed wonder on her first Christmas.
The buttons are from the collection saved by my husband’s grandmother, given to me by my mother-in-law, one of my favorite gifts of all time. Tiny white polka dots on a classic red line the inside. The pattern is the Abbey Jacket from Shwin and Shwin, modified as found here.