She's gone three-quarters of the way around the sun and after just one more quarter, she'll no longer be a baby...except in my heart. I'm still trying to adjust to what a drippy, syrupy, sappy sweet mess having a child has made me.
Each smile and laugh is still a momentous occasion. What might seem like a tiny new development to others is equivalent to scaling Everest to us. Does this ever go away? Is it the fact that she is so tiny and already capable of so much that makes it incredible, or will that continue even as she grows? I hope it does because this feeling of excitement is like no other, simply exhilarating.