Dear Jack-boy,
You are now 8 months old and you just started daycare two days per week. When I picked you up at the end of your first day of daycare, we rode home in the car smiling at each other in car mirrors. When we arrived home and I took you out of the car, you wrapped your arms tightly around my neck and nuzzled your face into my neck so gently. I paused in my tracks, closed my eyes and took a deep breath so I could fully experience your tenderness. I hope never to forget the sweetness of your gesture, which I took to mean that you’d missed me and loved me.
Well, baby boy, I love you too.
Some of the things I love about you at 8 months are:
– Your open-hearted grinning
– The intense curiosity with which you inspect everything you find
– How much you adore your dad
– You go with the flow pretty darn well
– How excited you get when it’s time for a walk in the baby carrier
– The determined noises you made while belly crawling yourself across an entire room before learning to crawl on hands and knees
– The attention you pay to the books we read at bedtime
– The sweet sound of your babbling
With all my heart,
Mama
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