I have a seven month old. WHAT IS MY LIFE. WHAT IS THIS TIME it’s flying, and yet slow and simple and beautiful. I can’t believe how the weeks melt together and all of sudden my baby is longer, her face looks more like a little girl’s instant of a small baby’s, she is developing her personality more and more. She has become the happiest person I know. SO MANY SMILES and laughs and chirps. She gets a bashful at strangers but also smiles at everyone and is so happy to be alive, bouncing up and down on her chunky legs because she recently figured out she can do that in her excersaucer and when I hold her under her arms.
I love her so much. Motherhood is precious – I get to experience life through a tiny person to whom everything is magical – looking at trees in the park, trying to grab the grass, watching every person walk by, dogs, birds, groups of kids playing, the water fountain at the corner that sprays droplets when it’s windy.
I have my ups and downs, but Corbin and I say all the time that we wouldn’t go back. Are we tired? Sure. Is life really full and more complicated? Yes. Do we have very little time to ourselves? Of course. But we can’t imagine life without this sweet gift from Jesus. She is ours. She is our family. And we enjoy her so much.
