9 Months!

Dear Little One,

From here...

To Here!

You have now officially lived in the outside world as long as you lived within me. In just 18 months you've been: a little bitty ball of cells; an alien tadpole with a tail; a flutter-y feeling in my belly; a somersaulting under-water gymnast; a brave diver from the cramped darkness to the wide-open unknown outside; a funny little creature with strong lungs and a powerful voice; a world-class babbler and perfect-postured sitter; an all-night nursing gourmand; an adventurous taster of new foods and player of peek-a-boo; an expressive communicator, infectious giggler, flirtatious comedienne, and authoritative baby-language lecturer; an adaptable traveler and serious scooter; a teacher of pure joy and patience and perfect love.

I'm pretty impressed. I think these are all signs of even greater things to come, but I don't want to be distracted by that, even if the daydreams are nice. There's too much to soak in right now, because among your many skills and powers you are also, somehow, a time-speeding sorceress-- it is all moving too fast.