We've come a long way, haven't we, Emily? I can remember the day after I learned that my wife Alice was pregnant. As I prepared to leave for work that day, I remember thinking that Emily has no one to talk to. So why not give her a little company on the way? Before I left home for work, I got on my knees and talked to Emily every day before she was born. I wanted to let her know that I loved her and that I was only going to be away for about 8 hours. It was such a little thing, but it made sense to me, even when she was about the size of a grain of rice.
After awhile, Alice could feel Emily moving when I talked to her. I sang, talked, and just generally carried on with Emily before she was born. Right after she was born, I was there, offering my finger for her to hold for support while the nurses attended to her. I talked with Emily while she was getting shots, drops in her eyes and weighed. Then they brought her back to Mom and let her rest on Mom's warm skin. I just loved that.
She spent a lot of time sleeping, growing, breathing. I sang songs to her to help her sleep. I talked with her while she was in the bassinet. I sat for many hours talking with her, watching her struggle to stay awake, only to be overcome by sleep.
I watched her learn to roll herself over, then inch her way forward on the bed, then crawl and a few days ago, she walked. Now she walks whenever she has the opportunity, if she's not in a hurry. She's still faster crawling, but that won't last long. Walking will soon be preferred over crawling. It's only a matter of time before she starts speaking, but her lips and tongue are still in training.
Happy Birthday, Emily!