TruMama

You love your food. Maybe it was the careful attention I paid to everything I ate while you were inside of me. (A berry bowl every morning. Freshly blended smoothies every night. Spinach or peas at dinner.) Maybe it’s the fact that your dad has created the most healthy eating environment for you possible.  I’m not quite sure what the reason, but you came out of the womb with an appetite. A BIG, ginormous appetite…an all-day-and-all-night appetite.

3 days old and you’d hug the bottle every hour and a half to two hours as if you were completely starving. Making the sweetest little sounds as you filled your belly.

Look at you now…a year and a half later. Perched on daddy’s lap. (Your favorite spot.) You still got it going on. I’m not a good cook by any means. Actually, I suck. But I try. I try so hard for you. I love how you love to eat and it makes me feel good to nourish you. To be able to give you something you find pleasure in.

How you love to dip your own steak in Worcestershire. You dip so perfectly. Paying careful attention to the treasure in your hand.

You feast like a King. As well you should my little Prince. May your days be delicious!