Today you are six months old. For you, it is a lifetime, for me, just small portion . Half a year and yet so much has changed for both of us. Somethings have not changed. Your eyes are still blue, your hair is still brown (although there is a lot more of it now) and you still love The Beatles. And we are still nursing. You are a good eater. Who would have thought in those first few rough weeks, we’d be going strong now?But most things have. You have a menagerie of tricks these days. You can roll over, sit up on your own, you reach for people when you want to be held, you rawr like a dinosaur, frequently eat your feet and crawling is just around the corner, someday soon you’ll learn you’ve got to keep your chin up, literally. And, you already have one tooth, with another one not too far behind.
You cheered through a Cubs game, flew in an airplane, played in the snow, met Mickey and Minnie Mouse, rode on the trolley, suffered through your first library convention, experienced your first theme park ride, and visited the mountains and the desert.
Your independence is growing with each passing day, you want to feed yourself, move on your own. You know what you like (pickles) and what you don’t (applesauce). Despite this, you are still my sweet little Munch. Someday, I know you probably won’t want to sit on my lap, but for now you are mostly content to snuggle up under my chin, so I hold you close and breathe you in.
It is hard for me to think of you as a child, a teenager and adult, partly because as much as I love watching you grow, I know with each passing day you become more your own person, and less my baby. As you grow older and begin to shape your existence, I hope you dare to live the life you dream up, laugh more than you cry and spend your time among people who cherish you. You have already exceeded every expectation I had of you, each day more icing on an already beautiful cake. I love you so, dear one, more than I ever imagined I could.