Little Flower Turns 1 year old

Alison of Mama Wants This and Ado of The Momalog are both celebrating their 1st blogoversaries this week. And in honor of the occasion, they’ve asked interested participants to share a favorite blog post from their blogs. This is my most recent post and I think it goes without saying why it is my favorite. When I started my blog our little flower was just 3 months old. On March 23rd she turned 1 yr. old and I cannot believe how fast it has gone. We are truly blessed to have her in our lives.

My Sweet Little Flower is one year old TODAY. I cannot believe that a year ago we were anxiously awaiting your arrival and holding our breath, hoping, praying, and anticipating if you would wear a pink/purple outfit or blue outfit when it came time to take you home.

PURPLE won and your four brothers were so pleased to have a new little sister. It goes without saying that mommy and daddy could not have been any happier that you were A GIRL!

I cried when they placed you in my arms, after a few scary minutes of not hearing a sound, cause you were taking your sweet little time making a fuss and drawing your first breaths of life outside of my womb. Our doctor was fabulous and just said, “Give her a second mom, she is just being a little lazy.” I wasn’t as calm then, but it was only a matter of minutes and you started making lots of noise and the sound that came out of you when you cried was a “Mmm” sound, it was really quite adorable.

For two days you went without a name.

We wanted to meet you first and get to know you. Everyone thought we were crazy, but we had so many ideas and once we saw you, none of them seemed appropriate. We would call you by a certain name and after a few minutes I would look at your daddy and say, “That’s not it.” Then the next one would roll of my tongue and again, nope. While in the hospital there are many forms and papers to sign. When the woman came in with the paperwork for you birth certificate we still hadn’t a clue. You were cradled in your daddy’s arms and he was petting your full head of fuzzy dark hair and your skin was perfect, like porcelain.

In that moment I knew who you were.

The contrast between your light pretty face and thick dark hair. Watching the curve of your sweet little ears, the slope of the back of your neck, which fit perfectly in the crease of your daddy’s arm, like it had been designed just for you. The way your fleshy little arms curled into each other. I saw the dark peach fuzz of your head and it reminded my of the flowers on my mom’s window sill growing up and I knew.

In that moment I knew your Grammie, who is no longer with us gently whispered in my ear, and your name came to life.

Your Grammie adored plants & flowers and growing up our house was filled with all kinds. I am not sure I really appreciated them when I was a kid, but now as an adult with a house full of plants myself I am reminded how much she cared for them all. Our kitchen window was always blooming from season to season with the most amazing colors and my personal favorites were the deep purple african violets that my mom cared for with such pride. They were always in bloom. On crisp autumn days or dreary cold winter ones they brought cheer and the hopes of weather to come. In spring and summer they were signs of the outdoors brought in. No matter what the weather was outside that window, sunshine filled our home in the form of flowers.

I looked at your daddy and said her name is, “Violet.Violet Soleil!”

Our little flower brought to life. Our days now filled with sun, no matter what the weather is outside our window. We are blessed to have you in our lives, sweet girl.

Happy First Birthday, Mommy loves you!

I know your Grammie is always with us.