Mine All Mine.

My Gemma,

It's been awhile since I've had the time to sit down and write to you. The last couple of months have been filled with all things family. Taking care of family, spending time with family, meeting family. You've been a busy girl growing so fast. Your standing, scooting and gibber-jabbering all the time. You still love meeting new faces and your smile just warms my heart more than anything. Nose scrunched, teeth showing and eyes squinted. Ahh, just perfect. You've taken your first serious tumble  (and by that, I mean there was blood) while trying to walk. It was heart breaking but you are strong and brave. It didn't take you long to try again and y'know Gem, that was encouraging to me. I'm always learning from you. I like it that way.

Yesterday, I created your own instagram account. I wonder if you'll even know what that is when you're old enough to read this or if it will be a vintage concept. Who knows. Anyway, you're way too young to have your own account, mainly for the reason that you're, well, A BABY. But let me explain. I was browsing through the app yesterday and saw a photo I took of you when you were 6 months old. I smiled and of course clicked on it but what I saw next made the angry, protective Mama  Bear in me roar. A girl (the username escapes me... fleur-something-or-other) had posted photos of you claiming you were HER baby! WHAT! I instantly commented, reported the photos (all 28 of them) and blocked her from seeing any other photos of you. The only thing is, I can't remember her username. This made my heart sick that someone would want to claim you as their own! You are mine, all mine. So any photos I post of you will be on a private account on Instagram and this corner of the Internet (for now) unless Daddy and I are in it with you.  Anyone I have met in person will be able to follow your growth via Instagram for the time being. 

This may seem so minor to you but the feelings and emotions that came over me were too great to brush it off. Maybe my heart will settle and this will pass. Maybe. 

You are currently climbing all over me with Lion and your Dr. Seuss book so I think it's time for me to go. 

Love you my sweet girl. Mine, all mine. 

Mama