You're seven months old, sweet baby, and my is this a fun age. You finally laugh- like really laugh- with mom and dad. You laugh when Mom tickles your neck... but you laugh when you're playing with your dad. The best sound in the world is the sound of you squealing and screaming and giggling as you play with your Dad. I stand right outside the door and listen, thinking about how lucky I am to have both of you.
In the last month a few people have mentioned how lucky I am to have a baby who is so lovely. To have such a good natured little lady. I smile and thank them, agreeing that I am lucky. But in the back of my mind I think back to our first couple of months together. Those were hard weeks, little lady. We hadn't yet figured each other out. It's too bad that the September 2013 version of Mom couldn't have seen the baby that I have now. I think it would have made our life easier.
But that is wishful thinking. We survived those early weeks and we are stronger for it. You keep being my sweet, sassy, dramatic, happy and curious baby daughter. And I'll keep being the best Mama that I know how to be.