My very own sweet Avery turned six months this month, leaving me wondering where all that time went and wishing I could get it back. I recall the nine months of great anticipation and planning as if they were just yesterday. It feels as though it was just last night I was getting up every few hours for feedings during those early weeks. Clearly that time was long enough ago for me to long for it though, because if it was truly last night, I’d instead savor sitting here shortly before bed with a full night of sleep ahead of me.
Six months is a wonderful age. I love being able to really interact and play with her, and nothing is more heart-melting than watching the brow on her little round face furrow when she’s so obviously deep in thought. She’s becoming her own little person more and more every day and despite my disbelief in its possibility, I manage to fall more and more in love with that little person every day.
