Tomorrow, Bridget will be 8 months old.

Tomorrow Bridget will be 8 months old. I have heard it said that times passes faster when you become a parent. No truer words were ever spoken. Time moves more quickly, laundry piles higher, the bills grow more expensive, and life just seems to pass by while you are trying to dig out from in under it all.

I never knew if I was going to be a Mommy. At phases of my life, I wondered if it was something that I could do. I was a stellar babysitter. New Years Eves were a big pay day for me. I could make a hot dog 4 ways. I knew every single Barney song, and a father once told me I should marry Steve from Blue's Clues. I am still not sure how I was supposed to take that.

Tomorrow, Bridget will be 8 months old. I made it through eight and a half months of morning sickness, a terrifying pregnancy filled with worry for her heart, being 6000km from my parents and sister, and then a c-section when things didn't quite go right. Never, not once in those eight and a half months did I imagine that this baby would be so pleasant, so friendly, so cuddly and so smart that my heart bursts at the sight of her. When she is fast asleep like she is right now, I worry if I was fun enough, kind enough, Mommy enough for her.

In the mornings, she greets me with the biggest grin you can imagine. All of my worries about my shortcomings disappear.

Tonight, Jamie is at work, Daniel is at a sleepover and it's just Bridget and I. She fell asleep in the high chair eating supper. She is in her crib in the pajamas with the banana smudges from her supper and if it was bright enough, I know I would see a dirty face. She is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen.

Tomorrow, Bridget will be 8 months old. In that time, she will have seen her see me for the first time, discovered Ashley and Daniel, loved Jamie like he puts the sun in the sky. She has discovered Boris and pulled his fur, grew two teeth, crawled to everything she sees that I want to keep her safe from, jumped like an Olympian in her jumper and lit up every room she enters.

We have had visits from her Aunt's and Uncle's, Grandparents and admirers. We have travelled to Newfoundland twice, to Banff, to Calgary and to Vancouver. She has ridden a gondola to the top of a mountain, put her feet in both oceans, and eaten sand in the Pacific. Each of her grandmothers were the 'first' to give her ice cream. She didn't ruin the fun for anyone who thought it was her first mouthful of creamy sugary goodness. She has sat in more restaurants than I care to know I paid for. She cheers her brother at his hockey games and dances with her daddy. She says Dad Dad Dad, and Mom Ma Ma.

Tomorrow, Bridget will be 8 months old. While the days tick by at the speed of light and the months march by like soldiers, I am amazed. I am amazed that this smart and funny, beautiful, sunny little bitty girl is a part of me. That I helped make her. That I grew her in my belly. I am also amazed that in the last 8 months the sun seems sunnier and ice cream is colder and life is just that much sweeter.

Tomorrow, Bridget will be 8 months old and I will have to thank her for letting me be her Mommy.