Yesterday you turned 9 months old, so you’ve officially been out of my body for longer than you were inside it. That makes me happy, because it means that you’re growing and changing and doing it all with a smile on your face. But it also makes me sad, on the other hand, that I can’t stop time and make these days when you’re little last just a little longer.
These past 9 months have been the best of my life. I’ve smiled and laughed more than I thought possible, and it’s because of the light you bring to our house and to my life. Your grandpa calls you “sunshine,” and that’s perfect.
One day, I’ll tell you the story of the day you were born. How it was the happiest and hardest day of my life, but how I wouldn’t change it for the world. Everything that happened that day made me realize that I don’t want to waste a second of the time I have on this earth. That God has given me the biggest blessing in the world-you-and I don’t want to waste any more of my time dwelling on things that don’t matter.
Thank you for being the best baby in the whole world. As you grow, I’ll try to support you the best that I can, even though I know I’m going to mess up a lot. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me, and that you’ll never forget how much your dad and I love you.