Love letter to my son....
On Wednesday January 26 you turned 9 months old. Nine months. The same amount of time you were in Mommy's tummy you've been out exploring the world. I miss having you in my tummy sometimes. You seem so big to me now. It's like your Grammy said the other day, you're not a baby anymore, you're a toddler. You toddle (whatever that means). I look at pictures of you as a "baby baby" and I cry....hard. It's partly because I miss the "newness" of you. It's a little because I can see how far we've come. Mainly it's because I haven't figured out a way to slow time down. Despite my very best efforts I feel like I've missed stuff. How have we gone from rocking you to sleep in a bassinet to putting a foam bumper around the coffee table in the family room? It's only been a second since you were in newborn Pampers! I love watching you develop your personality. You are SO loving and happy. I love your smile when you and I lock eyes first thing in the morning. I love the way you grab my finger and hold on tightly as you're nursing. I love that the only thing that calms you down when you're fussy is Mommy singing "You Are My Sunshine". You are my miracle baby. This world is a better place for having you in it. I see the impact you're already having on the world little lamb. Your Daddy looks at me differently now. Not that he didn't look at me adoringly pre-you, but now there's so much more behind his loving gazes. Your Grammy is happier than I've ever seen her. And, even though Grammy and I both hung our heads when we found out I was having a boy, you have more than proven that boys can be just a fun and rewarding as girls. You were just what I needed in my life.