I've held off writing this post for a while. For 13 months, actually.
I was afraid that if I wrote truthfully about my love for Eleanor, it would seem too over the top; that people might question my priorities or my love for Everett, or my husband, or for Jesus.
But I decided today that it would be a shame not to write a love letter to my baby girl, just because it would be too extravagant. I DO love her extravagantly, and I want her to know that.
So here goes.
Oh, my sweet Ellie-girl. You are it for me. There are days where I literally think (and tell your Daddy) that we can't have any more babies. We have to stop with you, because there's no way I could love another person as much as I love you. It fills up every crack and crevice of my being.
I look forward to getting you out of your crib in the morning. I love how you murmur drowsily and pat my back until you wake up fully. Then you grin around your paci and point to everything in your room, asking, "Whas da? Whas da?" and we say good morning to your bookshelf, crib, lamp, and each of the pictures on your wall.

Your name means "ray of light" and you so are! You are my sunshine baby. You have healed my heart in a way I wasn't sure (but hoped) was possible. I can't get enough of you. I want to bottle you up at every age and keep you forever: newborn Ellie; 4 month Ellie; 6 month Ellie; 10 month Ellie (!!!); 13 month Ellie. I try to commit every grin, every expression, every roll, every sound, every finger and toe, to memory, because I can't bear to forgot! Your Daddy and Uncle James have done a great job of documenting your first year through photographs. As I looked back on them all to make an Ellie's First Year book for your grandmas, I couldn't believe all the subtle changes you've gone through: your face has slimmed and lengthened, losing it's baby roundness. Your hair has fallen out and come back in, and is starting to curl against the nape of your neck. Your gummy smile now showcases five (almost six!) beautiful little teeth. You're growing way too fast. The saying is true: the days are long, but your first year was way too short.

There are days when all I do is tell you that you are such a doll baby, and kiss you a million times: your cheeks; your ears; your sweet head; your chubby, sticky hands; your crooked toes; your round little baby belly; your ticklish neck. I have to kiss you a million times! I didn't realize how much I was doing it until a friend said, "You must love that baby-- you kiss her all the time!" It's true. Sometimes it gets on your nerves. You'll take my face in both of your hands, look me in the eyes, and push my face away. It's like you're saying, "Mom. Enough." Okay, Ellie, I get it. *sigh* I just can't get enough of you.

I'm thankful for you every minute of the day. I love being home with you-- LOVE IT! And while I am beyond-words-thankful for both of your grandmothers, who regularly come to play with you so I can run errands or get my hair cut, I love the look in your eyes when you realize I'm back. I snatch you up, and my heart swells when you lay your head on my shoulder and pat my back. I have to hold myself back and clench my jaw to keep from squeezing the breath out of you. I'm your favorite person, and you're mine.

You are my little serious baby. When we go somewhere unfamiliar, or with large crowds, you grip my shirt with your pudgy little hand, and I rub your back and remind you that I'm here; mama's got you. I took you to the Botanical Gardens last week, and as we sat in the grass in front of the pond, watching the geese, you didn't move. You kept your hand on my leg and just took note of your surroundings for about ten minutes. I guess you decided the grass was safe, because after that, you were all over the place! It always takes you a little bit to warm up, so strangers often assume you're withdrawn. I'm okay with the fact that you don't light up for everyone; although, funnily enough, you are very quick to wave "bye-bye" to strangers-- ha!

I am over the moon that you have learned to give kisses! But you are sneaky with them. Today, you wouldn't give me kisses ONE time! Instead, you put your finger in my nose and mouth repeatedly, and cocked your head at me like you didn't understand what I was asking. But as soon as Daddy came home, you were giving kisses away like they were candy. Maybe you have two favorite people.
I love, love, love you my darling Eleanor Pearl. I'm thankful for your sweet life; thankful you're a girl; thankful for the healing you have brought to your daddy and me. I will never stop loving you.