I'm going to be real with you. I cannot get over how fast time is going. I cannot get over how fast you're growing. I will say that until my dying breath- I cannot believe how fast time goes. It's really taught me to live more in the moment, to cherish every single moment with you. Some days, I admit, I get too caught up in things that don't matter. I've learned that those days don't go as well as the days that I just spend as much as I can with you.
Saturday was your five month mark. I'm sorry I didn't post this then. We were too busy! You had your first church social, and everyone wanted to see how big you were. You get compliments mostly for your eyes. Thank your Dad for them. It's pretty amazing when I look at you, I see both your Dad and I. You're our creation. How wonderful that is. How amazing that is. I look at babies a whole new way now. Each and every one really is someone's creation. What a wonderful gift that is.
Lincoln, I might be biased, but you really are the cutest baby I've ever seen. I'll let you in on a secret, I've never been a baby person. Maybe I'm still not. Everyone told me that it would be different when I would have my own. They were right- you, my baby boy, I cannot get enough of. For me, my favorite thing about you is your smile. It's unconditional, loving, and genuine. When you smile, you make everything about this world alright.
In these five months, you've learned to laugh. You've learned to smile. You're learned to develop your sitting and tummy time skills. Kid, I'm impressed. You do great with both of those. You've learned to pee while I'm changing you because you know it makes me laugh and it's funny to you too. You've learned to grab your toes-and they are your new favorite thing. You've discovered you have a voice-and boy, you're using it. I love every minute of it.
Lincoln, I cannot describe how much I love you, but you complete me. You are my life. You have my heart. Can you do me one favor though? Don't grow up too fast. You're always going to be my baby boy.
Love,
Your Mother