I can't believe six months passed since our beautiful, precious baby was placed in our arms. Where did the time go? I wonder if I will keep saying that in 5, 10, 20 years...
Six months of love and joy. Six months of hugs, cuddles and kisses. Six months of nursing and nurturing my child at my breast. Six months of learning and growing towards becoming the mother I hope to be some day. Six months that seem both the longest and shortest in my life. Six full, busy months. I'm so tired and so happy.
Endless adventures. My baby focuses her eyes on me, then smiles her first smile. She rolls over now and sits nearly without support. She's trying to crawl. Soon, she'll be all over the house. And it also seems we've got a teether. I'm looking forward to all the excitement that will come: standing, walking, talking. How fascinating to be here to see it every day, nothing compares to this.
I love watching my husband as a father. Shira adores him. Whenever he looks at her, she smiles. When he picks her up, she squeals with delight. She loves me, naturally, but I believe I'm seeing the buds of a very special relationship that will grow between her and her father as the years pass.
How wonderful that God chose to give us this sweet, adorable, in all ways lovely little girl.
How sweet to mark this half-birthday.