One year ago today a special little lady, Grace Cory, was born. She arrived three weeks earlier than Jen and I expected, which caught us off guard, and she’s kept us on our toes ever since.
As I’m sure is the case for every new parent, the first few weeks and months were a haze, filled with sleepless nights, endless diapers, and new routines. There was this new little being in our house and in our lives, and it was joyous and overwhelming and exciting and scary all at once. Some days during a quiet moment, Jen and I would (and still occasionally do) ask each other, “Do we have a baby?”
It’s still surreal and amazing.
And that she is: Our amazing little Grace. Our lives have been forever changed for the better and she’s given us more in her first year than she’ll ever know. Her big blue eyes are filled with wonder, and her busy little hands teem with curiosity, always wanting to hold and explore and learn.
Her smile is heart-warming and her laugh contagious. As I sit here now, I can’t help smiling as I think about Baby Grace, who faces every day head-on with such passion and a wild sense of adventure. She’s funny, outgoing, and smart.
Lately, Grace has been experimenting with new faces, including her scrunch-face smile, which is part scowl and part mischievous grin.
She’s crawling up a storm, speeding from room to room in search of the next thing to learn about. She stands, occasionally on her own for a few moments before realizing what’s happening, and is taking some steps on her own with the aid of push-toys.
Grace loves the outdoors and staring up at the blue sky and green trees as the wind wisps through her most excellent and highly-praised hair. I love seeing the world through her eyes, following her line of sight to see what far-off leaf or squirrel or person she’s studying.
And speaking of people, Grace is fascinated by all people. Taking her out to restaurants or the farmers’ market or the grocery store, she’s usually more interested in her fellow humans than in the new surroundings. In restaurant high chairs, she’ll turn herself around to stare at people at the next table. At Hattie’s for dinner a few weeks back, Grace was the star of the evening, waving to staff and customers alike, and dancing to Motown, her favorite music. Everyone loved her and her big character, and one server sarcastically commented, “Too bad she doesn’t have any personality.”
Lest I turn too much into the gushing new dad, I’ll leave it at that, and simply say, happy birthday, Gracie. Daddy loves you.