One year ago tonight I spent one of the longest nights of my life coaxing a little preemie lamb into taking her first tiny swallows of milk from a syringe and her first wobbly steps on her soft little preemie hooves.
I was so sleep deprived I’m pretty sure 80% of my spoken communication for weeks was Mira and me saying “Meeh!” “Maah!” and “Beeh!” at each other.
And thus began my career as Mira’s food dispenser/jungle gym. It is an unavoidable fact of being a lamb’s mother that you will spend a lot of time with sheepy hoofprints on your clothing.
“Selfies with Mommy!”
“Pick me up, Mommy!”
“Mommy!! Pay attention to me!”
“Mommy, feed me!”
Now she’s a (slightly) big(ger) girl, but not much else has changed.
“Look at the camera, Mira!”
“But Mommy, where are my crunchies??”
“Mira come on, it’s your birthday, I want a picture with you!”
“It’s my birthday? Yay! So where are my crunchies? Do I get extra birthday crunchies? Mommy! Crunchies!”
“OK, fine. Here you go, Baby.”
“I have Mommy wrapped around my little hoof!”
Happy birthday, my Miracle girl! It’s been a good year.