I hate that you’re growing up so fast. You’re already sixteen months old, and it seems like just yesterday I gave birth to you. I wish you time would slow down.
Finally, though, something has happened that I welcomed. You see, for the first fifteen months and twenty seven days of your life, you threw a fit at bedtime. You didn’t want to go to sleep, and you knew when the bedtime routine started that you were going to be forced into sleeping. You cried and threw a fit. Every night. It was worse on bath nights.
But then, three nights ago, something happened. Your dad said, “Grace, are you tired?” and you nodded.
And then you went upstairs to your bedroom, dragging the buh up the steps and back the hall.
Your dad and I were astounded. And gleeful. We thought it might be a fluke, but it happened last night and it happened again tonight.
You’re growing up.
And I’m okay with it.
I love you!
Dear Kid Thursdays at Cutest Kid Ever
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