eleven months

Dear Lucy,

Today you are eleven months old.

Also today you are starting your first day of daycare, a half day to ease you in after a series of playdates, and while I'm not as distraught as I thought I might be I still cannot stop thinking about you. I kissed you and left quickly after drop-off, possibly too quickly to hear you cry at my departure or possibly you've grown up in a millisecond and didn't cry at all. In either case, I hope you didn't cry long.

I dressed you this morning in a turquoise shirt and foldover pants that bring out the blue in your eyes and hopefully the pink in your cheeks. I've read that beautiful babies get more attention from caretakers, including their parents, so I figured it couldn't hurt to make you look your best. When we walked in your teacher said, "Hello eyelashes!", so I think that's a good sign.

Yesterday you and I spent the day together while daddy had his first day at school. We retrenched into daily life, remembered rain, and got accustomed to Pacific Time. We giggled and snuggled on the couch. You walked more yesterday than all your other days of walking combined, and your steps were bigger and more confident. You had a big proud smile on your face.

Have I mentioned that I love your face? Your Aunt Wendell said that you reminded her of your cousin Jordan because both of you have smiles that completely transform your face, and it's so fun to see that it makes a person want to do anything they can just to make you smile.

I like the idea of everyone wanting to make you smile.

You are the bestest best.

Love,
Your mama