The time, that is. Where, indeed?
She is six months old today. Six months ago, at this very moment, I was gently laboring to bring my beautiful little girl into the world. Today, at this very moment, she sleeps soundly in my lap, her dark hair damp against her brow. Two teeth gleam in her pink gums, with the promise of one or two more pushing through in the next few days. She rolls, she creeps, she nearly sits. She plays, she babbles, she sings affectionate love songs to her siblings. She munches on her teething toast and freshly mashed peaches, and yet slurps appreciatively whilst snuggled to my breast. She delights in nestling into the hammock, peering curiously into the trees and carefully watching the clouds, the birds, the trees above her.
She is growing well into a little girl.
While a great portion of my heart yearns for her small babyhood to linger and last, I am yet eager to witness her first teetering steps, hear her first meaningfully articulated words, and celebrate every new milestone of growth.
And so it goes.
My six-month-old little Snuggle Bug.......Where has the time gone?