Happy Birthday…

…to me!

Today I’m turning 38 and I’m pretty excited about it. My favorite girl is about to be 9 months old and I’m spending the day being her Mama. It doesn’t get any better for me.

I’ve been neglectful over here because life, ya know?! To be honest this girl is growing and changing so fast the whole time is rushing by. Don’t get me wrong, some days seem to take forever (hello, teething, I’m looking at you) but mostly time is flying and I’m trying hold on while it does. 


Amara is still a serious girl most of the time. She’s super interested but weary of strangers. She wants to watch you from her seat at the table or in the shopping cart or over my shoulder, but she takes a while to warm up. She can wave, but doesn’t tend to unless you’re familiar. She can babble a blue steak, but again, it’s a privilege to hear (even for mom and dad sometimes). Mostly she’s a quiet studier, a intent explorer. She’s not very clingy unless she’s tired or nervous. She’s a go-and-see girl. A don’t-sit-down, show-me-around, let-me-touch(and taste)-that kind of girl. And I adore her. 

I can’t wait for her to be able to talk; I think she’s going to have the sweetest voice and the strongest opinions. Her laugh is pure delight. Her excited bounce and squeal over animals is on the top ten of all time great things. She just can’t hardly contain it; that joy. 

She’s quick on hands and knees and quick to stand up next to anything and everything. She can squat and stand up unassisted for a second before she wavers and I’m pretty sure we’re gonna have a toddler before too long.  

She’s discovered the joys of bread and has a strong opinion about broccoli. She’ll be going to visit the dentist soon with her six teeth that she uses enthusiastically on paper of every texture. She’s a fan of straps and belts when they aren’t restraining her. And straws, don’t forget the straws. 

All in all the last nine months were worth the ridiculous struggle and wait. Does anyone ever say it wasn’t? Of course, I still wish she’d come sooner, that we’d been living this life with her all along. That I had been a younger, healthier mom. (I had back surgery when she was five months old after months of worsening excruciating pain.) But I’ll take any and all the days I get with her. My miracle girl. My living proof. He hears those prayers and petitions. Even when the road is long and difficult. God is good. 

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About Stephanie

I'm a thirty-something wife, a Mama who loves family, dogs & bunnies. A daughter who loves to cook & bake. A sister who loves to sew & knit. A friend who loves to gab & laugh. I'm a christian & a maker of things. I'm a curator of memories, a photographer of life, a writer of stories. I'm a girl who is learning to love the richness of life in all it's fullness. A girl choosing to seek gratitude for my ordinary everyday. A girl learning about choosing to live in joy. Connect with me on Twitter/Instagram/Flickr @BextraordinaryU

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