The Beginning

Well, this is my beginning.

I am sitting here at the table...I woke up in the middle of the night and could not get back to sleep. I was sitting here thinking about the baby, thinking about how I can't wait for her to start sleeping in her own room because I am just itching to write before bed every night (and that is the only reason because I would keep her attached to me if it was practical). By time my little muneca (that's doll in spanish) falls asleep at night I am spent and find myself retiring for the evening as well.

I am a new mommy. My Amara Mae is two months old and I was just thinking what a shame it would be to not capture our new adventure in words. This is an experience I want to share - it is too sweet to keep to myself. Because finally, my life is filled with baby giggles. My house is filled with toys and high chair and "exersaucer". Baby blankets. Dr. Seuss. These walls finally echo coos, and reflect gummy grins. It's finally here, this, which I have been waiting for and anticipating for years...mommyhood.

Papa Bear makes a bottle and asks me the question we ask each other when he is home, "Do you want feed her or do you want me to?" I love to watch him with the baby, sitting on the couch with her in his arms, tapping her nose and speaking softly as though they have a secret. Andy and I have been married for over 2 years now, have been together more than 6. I knew he would be a wonderful father, if I could just get him to agree it was a good idea. But he is more than wonderful. He's amazing. He is gentle and loving, concerned and involved. He is everything a new daddy should be to his baby girl.

So that is us. And now, this is the story of our lives.