What - three quarters of a year already?! Little Buddy, you are a delight and so precious to me. Your big smile. Your deep giggle. Your fierce curiosity. Your sloppy crawl. Everything about you begs to be held and kissed and loved and treasured.
You discovered how to pull up and finally how to get back down. Good thing, because we were all to the point of ignoring your helpless whines when you'd pull up on something and discover you didn't know what to do from there. I admit, one evening I let you fuss in a corner of the kitchen for a good 10 minutes while I prepared dinner. You were stranded with hands on separate walls, legs wobbling, eyes confused, tears rolling. Pathetic and cute at the same time.
You experienced the beach and touched the ocean and... loved it! Well, the sand at least. Handful after handful went into your mouth and you had nothing but smiles to show for it.
Jax, I love you. So, so much. Every nauseating and tiring moment of waiting for you to come was worth it. So amazingly worth it. The calendar continues to race toward one year, but I'm doing my best to slow down moments of relishing you as you are right now.