To my darling daughter, Reanna:
I see you, perched prettily on your father's lap, and I can't help but smile. Even at five months, it is already apparent you will grow up to be quite a beauty.
You smile at me, and I snap a closer picture.
Alas, the camera wasn't fast enough, and the image fails to record your delightful little dimple, but it's okay. There'll be other occasions to catch it.
As you sit there, claiming the throne that was once mine, I marvel at myself, and my new found magnanimity. To think that when I was pregnant with you, I actually feared the advent of another girl in your Daddy's life. I was apprehensive that I might feel jealous of you. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share his heart with another female.
But here I am, doting on you just as much, if not more than Daddy. Hanging on to your every coo, running at the tiniest whimper, and waiting with bated breath for that delightful dimple to appear.
Indeed, you have cast a spell on the entire household. It was Kuya Troy who made you smile for that last picture...
...and that little hand tickling you is his.
Pretty soon, you'll be outgrowing your swing…
...your car seat,
...and your stroller,
...just as you've outgrown Daddy's favorite pillow.
But mark these words, my little princess…
You'll never outgrow Mommy's...
...and Daddy's arms.
So begins "THE REANNA MONOLOGUES", a series dedicated to my lovely daughter, who, according to her Daddy, is...
the prettiest baby girl
in the whole baby world...
With all my love, Mommy
