Monday, June 27

a note on moving

Dear Miss K,
I know without a doubt that the road map of your life will take you all over the world. Between your daddy and I we’ve covered quite a few bases ourselves and look forward to showing you as much of this great big, beautiful place as possible before you strike out on your own adventures. However, having moved around myself I know how important it is to know where you’ve been, if only because it makes your story that much more compelling. So my beautiful little girl let me tell you a little about where your adventure began.

Your story began in a little house, under a big Magnolia tree, on a street called Oakes. Now this may not be one of the great wonders of the world but I assure you that there was many an Everest for you to conquer in that little space. You were so little, and not just baby little, but just under six pounds little. On the day we brought you home we made the three minute drive from the hospital to the house and all of a sudden we were on our own with a baby and this place that had just been a house quickly became a nest as we hunkered down and settled into the rhythms of being three. Every single day you grew, not just in size but more amusingly in personality and this little house was your playground and classroom.

So I hope one day when you’re older you’ll see a picture of this house, and be able to say...
this is where I....
learned to crawl and just as quickly walk
judo chop while flying through the air
got that little scar on my forehead from a confrontation with a coffee table
said Momma (FIRST...regardless of what daddy says)
hid in the Magnolia tree with daddy...momma was not amused
ate just about everything
projectile vomited
was rocked to sleep to the sounds of the rain outside my parents window
got my first four teeth, started to bite!!
predominately slept in mom and dad’s bed (horizontally), never mind the perfectly good crib
loved and was loved on a million times a day
climbed stairs, the coffee table, and had absolutely no respect for the edge

(this is just a few of a long list of firsts)

I know that years from now this house will be buried somewhere deep in your subconcious memory. It will be overshadowed, no doubt, by the amazing people, places and things that will undoubtedly surround you or maybe the current challenges you may be facing. I also know it was just a place, but everyones story starts somewhere and this was yours. A little house, under a big Magnolia tree, on a street called Oakes where you learned to conquer giants because you were fearless, because you had absolutely no concept of failure and because you already knew we would be there to catch you. Three things i hope you will always carry with you from this little house.

your momma

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