Today was Isabelle's 4 month birthday. I think a lot about how quickly she is changing and growing. She weighs over 12 lbs now. Only two days ago we bought her a play mat that has toys hanging down for her to play with. As soon as we put her on it she started showing off her crazy rolling over skills and she hasn't stopped since. She is talking (babbling) all the time. This evening when Dave called from work I put the phone on speaker phone and told him to say "Hi" to the baby. I put the phone up near her face as she was sitting in my lap. She was facing the opposite direction until she heard Dave's voice; then her head swung around with lightening speed and she looked straight at it smiling and trying to reach for each time she heard his voice. She has never reacted like that before.
With all of the fun new things I see with her everyday, I realized tonight that each time I put Isabelle to bed for the night (and she does sleep through the night) I feel a twinge of sorrow. Each night brings a day to a close and it hits me that when she wakes up she will be a day older and it is one more day with her that I will never have back again.
Dave and I are looking forward to the holidays. We are excited to get her a "Baby's First Christmas" ornament (well I'm more excited about that than he is, it is a family tradition). We will be going to see the lights on Temple Square this weekend and we have been thinking about what kinds of family traditions we want to start.
I hope that, although Isabelle is still so young, she can feel the magic of Christmas and the special excited feeling Dave and I have to be able to spend with her for her very first year and many after that.
