Julia Grace {month one}

Dear Julia,
One month ago today you came into this world and completely changed my life. You were stubborn from the beginning, trying to stay curled up inside as long as you possibly could, but you came out all on your own at exactly the right time. The second they placed you on my chest I knew you were home. I remember kissing the top of your little head before the whisked you off to check out your lungs. You didn’t cry right away and they were worried, but I was surprisingly calm. Your dad was with you the whole time, holding on to your little finger as they poked you, trying to hear your voice. It turns out you were perfectly healthy and scored high on all of their tests; you were just holding out on letting us hear your voice, a voice we’ve heard plenty since.

The past month has been a fantastic
blur of sleepless nights, endless cuddles, a few tears, lots of wails,
adorable smiles, and messy clothes (on both our parts—sorry for the poop
on your head that one time). I love seeing my reflection in your eyes
when you’re nursing, and sometimes when I look at you I can imagine you
years from now all grown up. You grip my finger so tight sometimes that I
can’t bear to pull away. Every fiber in my being melts when you smile
at me; I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. 
Julia, as unbelievably hard as this month has been, it’s also been the most rewarding and amazing experience of my life. 
I love you so much,

Dear Julia,
One month ago today, your mother and I hopped/waddled into the car to head to the hospital. Seven. Teen. Point. Five. Hours. Later. You were born. I’m not saying that you took your sweet time, but seriously. It was a reallllly long day.

The last month has been a constant puzzle with you. Every time you cry, we immediately try to figure out what is the dealio. Are you hungry? Tired? Did you poop? Are you about to poop? Do you smell something off? Is it too loud? Too hot? Too cold? Are you hungry? Do you not like your outfit? If I can’t figure out what’s wrong with you, you flash the single most saddest-looking face in the whole wide world (fun fact: every time I see that sad face, I promise you a pony. You’re up to 27). When you simmer down you turn into this cute little nine-pound ball of cutie patootie.

Every time you smile, it’s pretty much the most amazing thing in the whole wide world. I can’t wait ’till you’re old enough to catch the giggles from me. 

I love you! 
your Papa
(That’s an about-to-poop face, by the way. She pooped three seconds later.)


  1. Happy One Month Birthday, Julia! You are a beautiful little girl and I can't wait to see you again! I hope you read this when you are older and hold your dad to the 27 and counting ponies! I can't wait to hear your mom's story about the poop on your head???!!!
    Hmmm, I just realized that I sign this Your Mom, I may have to get another account so I can write to you as Your Grandma! Love you!

  2. Ahh Jess I love that you are keeping memories like this. Your post totally made me cry. You and Kenny are fantastic parents and Julia is one lucky chick!

  3. Happy one month! She is just adorable, and I am in love with her name. Julia has always been at the top of my "secret list of baby names you keep even though you're not planning for a baby just yet" list 🙂 And I LOVE that your husband wrote a letter too- so sweet!

  4. This is such a cute post! It's amazing how much time flies. Before you know it, Julia will be off to kindergarten, and then university, and then… 😉

    Funny sidenote: When my mom took my twin brother and me to pre-school for the first time, she then called my dad crying. "We have to have another baby! The twins are going to leave for college at the same time!" My baby brother was born a year and a half later, so…

    I love reading about Julia, so keep the stories coming!

  5. That is so precious!! She is going to cherish these letters forever. Happy one month baby!! 🙂 I can't believe how quickly it went by. She is absolutely adorable!! 🙂

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