there’s so much i could say about eight months. about how four months from now, i’ll be reliving all of the wonderful, challenging, emotion-filled moments of your birth day. about how at eight months old, your curiosity is something that astounds your daddy and i daily. about how at eight months, you love to pull your socks off and play with the rug in the kitchen and slam your toys together and crawl down the hallway after mama when i put away laundry, because you never want to spend a second without your mama close by.
you warm my heart, little one. you are the best thing i’ve ever done.
lots of love,
mama
