With the dawning of tomorrow's day, our baby girl will complete her first spin around the sun.
Our sweet Eloise.
One year passed.
She is DEFINITELY our last. Our last baby and, this, our last first birthday. For the last few
weeks, this thought has been sending me into bouts of melancholy and nostalgia.
Our baby girl is so sweet and so little... how can she be a year already? Where has it gone??
And in my refusal to face the reality of passing time, I have made NO preparations
and put NO effort into planning her celebration. To assuage this particular mommy guilt,
I hope to dust off the sewing machine and whip up a little crown or bunting or something
to mark this momentous occasion.
And it is momentous.
Our baby is one year old.
Aversions to sleeping in her crib aside, she is... just AWESOME. Sweet and smiley and friendly, so easy to laugh, fearless and determined, bright and lovely and full of so much personality. She was our wee Colombian surprise, but I just cannot fathom my life and our family without her in it.
In looking up the meanings of her names again, I'm surprised at how fitting each of her names is:
Eloise: a mix of Eleanor meaning light and Lois meaning good
Amora: means love
Kaye: either pure or rejoice
She is pure love, goodness, light and joy. That's Eloise.
Tomorrow will likely be a quiet day, with daddy at work and the rest of us enjoying our
last day with Grandma before she heads back west. We will (hopefully) wake slowly, have the
birthday girl's favourite eggs for breakfast, bake some cupcakes, do a bit of crafting, a lot of playing, and a ton of loving on our baby girl. All along my camera will not be far from hand as I try to document her special day.
To freeze the time that is going way too fast.
You are loved, Eloise.