A few days ago, you turned 8 months old. Once again, you continue to amaze me. You are so good and so easy and so wonderful. You handle this life of ours and the busy, always on the go days we have around here so painlessly that I often wonder if you're too good to be true. The only explanation I can come up with is that you will pay us back in your teenage years. It seems only fair.
This month, you started to really eat and eat you did. You can pack back the food like nobody's business. And to date, there has been nothing that you have refused. Both your brother and sister have spent time in the "picky eater" category so at this moment in time, I am loving your willingness to try new food and pack back a meal in record time. I can assume that this means that this will always be the case and that we will never have to set the timer, serve suppers for breakfast or withhold snacks like I have had to do too often with your brother and sister. One can hope, right?
For this first time this month you were plucked from your carseat for a ride in the front of the cart at Superstore. From the second your bum hit that seat you were over the moon thrilled. I have honestly never seen you smile like that - and you smile a lot. You were absolutely giddy. Your sister sat beside you as we shopped and you took in every single moment of that trip. You touched everything and anything you could. I was instantly brought back about 2 years and 4 years ago when my grocery list became a snack and each one you felt the need to gnaw on it every chance you got. This time around, I am smart enough to realize that this stage does not last forever and is so much better than the "I want out of the cart" stage which comes all too quickly. For that reason, my lady, grab and gnaw away.
A little while ago, it became tragically apparent how truly lucky we are to have you. By the grace of God we have three amazing, healthy, happy children and a life that is nothing but good. I was reminded at a deep, painful level that at any moment tragedy can strike and your life, or what you thought would be your life, can dissolve. I spent some time running through what it would be like to lose one of you kids. How that would destroy and shatter my core, my heart and my soul. After some time, in that deep, dark place I had a realization - there wasn't really a point in torturing myself with those thoughts. The fact of the matter is that for whatever reason, we are lucky enough to have you all - happy, healthy and amazing. If for some reason that should change some day, I would never want to think that I wasted even one second crying about what might happen. I would want to know that I spent every second of every day soaking in your joy, enjoying your light and loving on you with every ounce of my heart. Life is far too precious for anything else.
My sweet girl, I am already better because of you. I am already more of who I am supposed to be because of you. I already love better and more immensely because of you. All in 8 months - that's got to be some sort of record.
Here's to you at 8 months new.
Love x8,
Mama
xoxo
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