- Sometimes you still pull your legs up to your tummy - it reminds me of how you were stuck like that in my tummy for 9 months, and makes me nostalgic for the first few days when we would try to stretch out your legs by pulling on them and they'd just spring right back up to your chest!
- People are saying that you look more and more like me. I am thankful for that, because for the first few months you were a miniature version of your dad, only with red hair, which was great. But! I love seeing myself in you, knowing that I have passed on parts of myself, and hoping that they are good.
- I hope I never forget the sound you make as you eat a bottle: inhale, suck, grunt, swallow. Repeat.
- The way you devote your entire attention to things is so impressive: you can watch something or someone for a looooong time. The music programs at the library are 45 minutes long, and you sit on the floor by yourself and watch the whole thing. You are fascinated by life.
- You are such a proficient eater: when a bottle is held up in front of you, you grin, kick your legs, make an excited noise, and reeeeaaach for that food! When you've got that bottle safely in your chubby hands, you raise it up to your mouth, and stick it straight in. And the solids we're giving you! Man! You're loving them! You're just like mom and dad: food is definitely a priority.
- Nothing that lies within arms distance of you is safe: you grab everything!
- Nighttime continues to be something that we are amazed by and thankful for. I don't know how your little body got the memo that you can just shut down for 10 hours - but I am sure glad that it did. You still can't sleep without being swaddled up snug as a bug in a rug, so I am curious as to whether you'll still sleep with your blankets tucked up tight around you when you're a teenager!
- Top things strangers comment on about you: your hair, how well behaved you are, your hair, how smiley you are, and your hair!
- Whenever boredom strikes, you make a crazy ba-ba-ba noise...you almost shout it sometimes! Also, if you're a little sad, you start making that same noise, and it's like you can talk yourself out of crankiness - a few seconds of ba-ba-ba-ing and you're good as new. This sound has led to a billion rounds of 'Ba, Ba, Black Sheep'. Your mom is pretty burnt out on that song, so maybe we could move on to a new vocab choice ...how about ma-ma-ma?
- My favorite thing about you is how much joy you bring to everyone you meet. You are a friend to everyone, and you never fail to treat anyone nearby to a smile. People light up when they see you, and I know that you are spreading Jesus' love already.
- Every night, before I go to bed, I sneak into your room and stand next to your crib. I lean my arms on the railing of your bed and stare at you, thanking God for what He's given me through you. I pray over you, asking for His protection over every aspect of your life. You are a testimony to God's goodness, you show me his grace and mercy daily, and I am so grateful for the way you've drawn me closer to my Savior. I pray that you'll grow to love Jesus and follow after him wholeheartedly every day of your life. And then, when I know I have to go to sleep myself, I lean down and rest my cheek on yours. I let myself linger there, breathing in your scent, watching the way your chest rises steadily up and down, feeling the tickle of your hair on my forehead. I know that you won't be a baby for long. Every day you slip a little further through my fingers, becoming a little more independent, and a little more grownup. I have so many hopes and dreams for you, for what you'll do, for you who'll become. Thank you for being mine.
so so sweet <3
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