You Do Love a Good Time

Ohhhh, Charlotte how you love a good swing! Your daddy fixed this swing up for you and you often point to it and say, "Daddy fix it". You call this game "Higher". I push you really hard and say, "Higher and higher and higher and higherrrrrrr". On the last "higher", you always scream out and then say, "I screaming"...like I didn't already know. You make me laugh out loud!

To Our Charlotte

Sweet Charlotte,

You are our first, our welcome to parenthood, our awakening, and our enlightenment. I have two years worth of memories that swim around in my mind that I deeply regret not getting down as they occured. I will do my best to highlight those which stand out, but please excuse the intruding Charlotte Memory from years past if it creeps into present-day blogs. 

"She laid on my chest and her breathing filled me to almost beyond what I could hold". That captures the way I felt when I first met you in the hospital in Dothan, Alabama. 

It felt like we meandered through the first few months, soaking in the tiny miracles you performed each day. Your first smile melted your dad's heart, as well as mine. He found that touching your lips made you smile, and continued to do it over and over just to get another grin from you.

While your daddy was finishing his Captains Career course, we enjoyed a slow-moving lifestyle at Ft. Rucker, in lower Alabama. I was finishing my Masters degree and wrote feverently while you slept so that I could enjoy your sweet company while you were awake. Soon your daddy graduated his class and got stationed at Ft. Campbell and we lived in Clarksville, TN.

We found a beautiful home with a huge backyard and knew it was perfect for our time here. You have so many firsts in this house. We worked on signing and finally around 9 months, you used the sign for "more" when I was feeding you. Your communication has blown your dad and I away ever since. Also around 9 months, you had mastered crawling and by 12 months you were taking your first steps.

So much happened in that first year that I don't think we were prepared for the changed we would be a part of in your second. I look at pictures when you were 1 to when you turned 2 and you're a different child!





In a mere twelve months, you grew from a happy baby and became a kid who loves her family and her dog. You learned to speak, problem solve, play, and formed an opinion. Charlotte, you're a proud artist, an attentive mommy, a loving big sister, a jewelry and heel expert, and bug hunter. You are everything your daddy and I could have imagined and so much more! I become choked up at any point in time when I think about how much God has blessed us with your creation. I am so excited to share our daily adventures with you one day when you ask what it was like growing up in our house. I thank God and your father for the ability and support that enables me to stay at home with you each and every day. I hope you never doubt the love we have for you.

Always Loving You,

Mommy

So much to catch up on.

So I've finally found an avenue to record what will someday be our family history. I reluctantly enter the world of blogging because of my longing for pages that can be touched. Sadly, I am a Generation Y kid who has terrible handwriting and whose thoughts flow smoothly through a keyboard and not on paper. Alas, a good friend, Becky Cullinan shared that blurb.com will import the data from our blog and I can create a family yearbook for us to flip through together. So here we are, The Clemmons Family....nearly 6 years of marriage, third state of residence, one dog, one cat (minus that cat), and plus two beautiful little girls. Here we go...