On growth, quickly.
From silence to mindless, exciting babbling. From static stillness to constant movement. From rolling to sitting to standing to crawling.
From a hazy field of vision to a life of constant discovery, Sierra has muscled her way into our lives in a way I had never imagined. I knew I’d like her. I knew she’d be a handful, but a very fun handful. But I never once thought that her growth would be just as eye-opening to me as it is to her.
Each day is like a week, developmentally, yet each week seems like a day. The speed at which she grows increases exponentially. Today she’s conversing with herself. Tomorrow, who knows?
If you would have told me a year ago that I’d be this entertained and in love with a baby, I’d have nodded and agreed with a sliver of doubt.
But now? From each smile, each wave, each blind ambition to trust every movement and word and deed of her parents, I’d be crazy not to love her.
Go ahead. Throw the cliché at me. “They grow up so fast.”
I’ve already figured that out.