
Our little guy is 6 months today... I can barely write this without tears welling up! I really didn't want to be "that" mom, but turns out "those moms" can't help it! This month has been a fun one! Luke has just begun holding his arms out when he knows we are picking him up... he holds his mouth wide open to kiss me back when I kiss him... he babels non-stop and loves to squeel in the mornings... if we put our face close to his, he pulls on our noses, hair, ears as if to feel what he is seeing... as much as I want time to stand still so I can soak it all in, I love as each day passes by to see what he will do next. When I look at him, I try to picture him in 2 years, 5 years and 10 years and it overwhelms me. To think of all that is ahead of him, good and bad, is bitter-sweet. Just this past week, we were working on him sitting up and he did the slow motion fall to the side then bumpped his head on a toy-- he immediately began to cry and it was the first time I got to scoop him up to console my boy-- it broke my heart (my baby was hurting) and melted it (how many more times will he let me hold him this closely?) all at the same time. So, I enter this month with mixed emotions-- thrilled that we have made it to 6 months learning all there is to know about our baby, but sad to think in 6 more, Luke's first year of life will be a memory. Tear.







































