Yes, it was daddy. Not Dah. Or Da-Dah. Or duh-duh-duh-duh-duh. But the actual word, daddy. And obviously, to the correct person. G and I looked at eachother, and we had one of those momentary family celebrations.
Firsts are always something to be celebrated. And both my girls are in a series of firsts, especially Sweet Potato who is approaching her first birthday. Soon I imagine we'll be seeing her first steps. And Tee, this fall will be her first day of pre-school, and with that the first back-to-school shopping trip.
My mom was so good at celebrating all the little milestones in life. Which makes this time, bittersweet. I know she'd have so many ideas. We'd already discussed Sweet Potato's birthday cake, banana cupcakes decorated like monkeys. And mom had mentioned several times a shopping excursion for Tee's school clothes. Part of me wants to avoid these events because my mom's absence will be so obvious. But part of being a mommy and a grown-up means doing the things you don't always feel like doing. And I do want to make sure that my girls have memories, with or without Mammah, of a childhood filled with love. I just always thought my mom would be part of that childhood.
