Brody


I have had six perfect months with you. Perfect meaning I would not change a thing. Perfect meaning scary, stressful, and emotional. Perfectly full of discovery and lessons, happiness, laughter, tears; heart flooding with joy. A slight longing for time to stand still. Still. Perfect. No more growing, no more changing. Stay my little baby. But then I watch you discover something new - blowing spit bubbles, octaves in your voice. And I hunger for more new discoveries. More changes, more growth. It's bittersweet: growing, the passing of time. Soon it will be the last time you sit happily staring at your wonderful little hands. You will crave more. You'll be discontent with merely sitting. You'll be crawling and getting into everything you possibly can. Will I notice the subtle passing of time? Will I notice the last still moment of awe? Or will the moment be missed in the excitement of the new? The six month mark is exciting. And I am truly looking forward to the next milestones, but I am sad because you, my little, soft, cuddly baby are becoming a little boy full of life, emerging with personality. Brody, you have my heart full of contradictions, yet bursting with love. A love, I am discovering, that has a depth all its own. Never Ending. Happy six months my little love!
Seems like yesterday that you had sweet little Brody!! Time does go by fast, enjoy every minute of it!
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