Welcome to Toddler-hood

Dear Larissa, Mother of Lilian,
Today we welcome you to toddler hood, which will eventually consist of toy aisle tantrums which may include, but are not limited to: snot excreting from the nose, screams that can be heard all the way to the cash register and embarrassment only a mother can anticipate.
Toddler hood will also consist of: Seeing your little "baby" grow up right before your eyes. Get the feeling like your "little stinker" is growing up too fast and learning too quickly. Getting teary eyed when your little one catches your eye across the room just to smile at you. You realizing that you are no longer the mother of an infant or baby. That the next big step is elementary school. You realizing that those "newborn" days that you were so stressed out about and sleep deprived, are days you actually miss and when you look back at them, you actually exclaim "awww" out loud.

Today at this exact time, 7:20am I was in the hospital, 4cm dialated and contracting every 8 minutes, in less then six hours, I would be meeting my Lilian. She was place on my chest the second I gave birth to her. I remember feeling her little tush and crying my eyes out, looking up at my husband and not even recognizing him, because he was full of tears with a red face. He leaned over and kissed both Lilian and I, whispering " I love you guys."
I remember sleeping one hour that night. I wasn't even tired. I just stared at her while she slept next to hospital bed. She was so content. I was so terrified. I was responsible for this little person. Holy. Crap.
I followed her everywhere, every time the nurses came in and asked if they can take her to the nursery to check her stats, I followed right behind. I remember not wanting to go come from the hospital, I remember when the nurse pushed me through the hospital to my car, I was so proud holding my Lilian, I swear my face was as bright as a 60 watt bulb. I remember being terrified of the ride home, but she just slept right through it. When we got home, I slept on the couch, purposely uncomfortable so when she needed to be fed, I'd be awake and ready to go. I remember my husband trying to help me relax, I remember crying on his shoulder for no reason and being terrified for no reason. I remember thinking that it'll take forever for her to turn one year old. Now that I look back on everything, I wish I had those days back, I would try and make them last forever.
Now I have a wonderful, silly, excited, glowing, smart happy toddler. I love how passionate she is about everything. I love how smart she is, I love how brave she is. I love how silly she is, I love it how when she knows that she is doing something that makes you laugh, she'll do it longer or more. I love cuddling with her in bed and feeling her little warm feet drape over my legs. I love waking up and seeing her sleeping face, she looks so happy and comfortable. I love seeing her get excited about something, she points and opens her mouth really wide and gasps, like to say "No way!!!".
I can't wait for her to grow up but another part of me wants her to stay a baby forever.