Can someone tell me where the time has gone? My little love is 7 months old. As in, it's-time-to-start-planning-his-first-birthday 7 months old. Yes, I'm crazy. And it suits me.
But maybe I'll disregard the inevitable destiny of my last born marking a year of life with our family with the hope that I can pause time -- or perhaps stop it altogether -- with my lack of preparedness. Surely that will work. Certainly I can at least slow the sand in the hourglass with my procrastination.
Who am I kidding? I've already bounced a few party themes around in my head. But I'm determined to let it go for now and instead to focus my thoughts and energy in the present.
The present of my now 7-month-old son.
The present of my amazing 4-year-old son.
The present of my beautiful 6-year-old daughter.
The present of my loving husband of 8 years.
Christmas is a mere 13 days away. I can't help but be thankful for the gifts and blessings in my life. And I'm not alluding to those which can be found under the tree. But rather, the loved ones who surround me daily. Those who I've been charged to care for and love. I'm so grateful.
Seven months with our sweet baby E and I find myself swimming deeper in love with each passing day. He's an amazing baby. The perfect third child. His big brother loves to make him laugh. His big sister loves to be his mommy.
My life is complete.
I'm so undeserving of the countless blessings in my life, but I resolve to greet every morning with a fresh and renewed commitment to love them each with a deeper, limitless love and steadfast appreciation for the way they consume my heart, each in their own perfect way.
Happy 7 months, my sweet baby E.