Sometime, I'm not sure when, it happened. As we slowly woke this morning, I found myself mesmerized by your fingers. When you were first born I remember wondering when your fingers would transform from skinny, wiry digits to nubby little hands. It's happened.
Your limp body has become much more rigid.
You can inch your way quite the distance--and sometimes in a circle--with your strong little legs. You can thank both your papa and I for those
Your fussiness has been put [mostly] at ease.
Your gas smiles have become intentional smirks.
Many mornings you wake before your sister--largely because she's about as much of a morning person as your momma is!--and your Papa and I enjoy our time with you, our little man who's growing so quickly. We soak up this time. We take advantage of it. With Ainsley we had much more one on one time, but as the second child we want to make sure you have undivided love and attention at times as well.
These little moments, with you sandwiched between the two of us, you wiggle and giggle and make our hearts smile.
Because it's happening.
And we want to make sure we experience the happenings.
Love you little man! Keep growing. Keep experiencing. Keep happening.
-Momma
"Because it's happening. And we want to make sure we experience the happenings." So beautiful, Rachel!
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