Tuesday’s Child is Full of Grace
Tabitha was born on a Tuesday. Come to think of it, so was I.
So every Tuesday I take a photo of her which means I have 118 ‘Tuesday Photos’ of T. (amongst the 5,000+ photos I have taken of her!).
Sometimes, I get asked “Will you ever stop taking Tuesday Photos of T?” My answer is I don’t know, I don’t think so. I take photos of T every day, especially when we are going on adventures. I am terrified of forgetting. I want to be able to look back on photos and remember the day, the things she said, the things I said, the things she learned and how she made me smile that day. Most importantly I want to be able to answer her questions about these things when she’s older.
The other day it hit me that I don’t remember her being a baby, her noises or the way she liked to go to sleep, I am totally consumed by her toddlerness now. The quirky way she pronounces words beginning with R as L. So we ‘lead’ a book or eat ‘Lubarb’ or the way she shouts out ‘Look at me! I’m standing’ or my favourite; as soon as we are in the car she asks for moo-ick to be played. She’s awesome really.
Sometimes I can’t believe she was this small
And now she’s this big. She’s independent, has a little voice, a stubborn streak and she sings. She has favourite things and not so favourite things. She has no fear and is made up mostly of curiosity. And the one thing that amazes me is how she knows to make people laugh.