Little Babe

It's too fast. One minute I've just met you as they place you in my arms, and suddenly it's 7 months later and I've become your "Mama," and you my little bug. You are perfectly silly, impressively stubborn, incredibly smart and so, so sweet. Your cuddles are my weakness, my strength, my very favorite thing. Every day I fall even more in love with you- which is overwhelming at times, as the same goes for your Daddy. He is more than I ever dreamed he would be. And my sweet Jack, if you even become half the man your father has become, I will consider myself not only proud, but that I have done what I was put on this earth to do. 

As days go by and you so anxiously try to crawl to the edge of the stairs, you scream bloody murder because I won't let you drink my Starbucks or because I'm not shoving mangos in your mouth fast enough, I often sit there watching you, trying to figure out how I got so blessed.

You're my free spirit, Jack. You are so stubborn, so silly, so completely over-dramatic. You are my cuddlebug, my music maker, my Chunks McGee. You are perfectly imperfect and absolutely ridiculous. And you're mine :)

These last 7 months have been the best of our lives. You have blessed Daddy and I with so much laughter, so much happiness, it's hard to think of a bad day we've had since you were born.