You’re six months old, little man. Time has just flown by. It seems like you were just a tiny six pounds, two ounces, but already you’ve far more than doubled in size. Being your Momma is such the best feeling in the world. Sometimes, late at night and after you’ve been asleep for hours, I have to resist the urge to wake you from your bed so we can snuggle all night. While I am so thankful that you’re such a good sleeper, I miss you when you’re not in my arms.
You’re handsome and perfect. I can say that, because I’m your Momma. But I love hearing other people say it too. We love your chubby cheeks, your chunky thighs and those beautiful gray-blue eyes with flecks of gold. The way you giggle when we kiss your neck and and the way you smile at your Dadda when he comes home from work. You’ve said your first word too. Well, it’s just babbling for now, but we still can’t get enough of you whispering “dah-dah” as you talk yourself to sleep.
At six weeks old, we took you on your first road trip to Nashville. The first time we drove to Michigan to see your Nana and Papa, you slept the whole way. You’re such a great traveler. You’ve had your first play date and your first visit to the fire station. When your Popo was in town, we took you to your first parade.
Your Dadda and I are still learning ins and outs of parenthood, but you’re the best little teacher. The past six months of “firsts” have been so much fun and I can’t wait for all the other ones we’ll have together.
Happy half-birthday, sweet boy.
And to celebrate, because we like to celebrate half-birthdays in this house, you had your first taste of real food today!