Louise is nine months old. We've exactly matched the time she spent in the womb and somehow miraculously she's become her own little human. She laughs, she hugs, she claps, she stands. As of this week she takes a few hesitant steps into our arms. Where is the freezing time machine when you need it? Maybe it's the chilly weather outside and the toasty warm, soup-on-the-stove feeling inside, but I've been feeling rather fortunate these days and completely nostalgic for the present.
Looking forward to the next nine months and all the years ahead with you, little one.
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Sweet post, Crystalle. I can't believe Lou is already 9 months (and walking!). Every time I wish I could stop time, Maggie does something even better - more loving, more fun, and more amazing. And when we get nostalgic enough for babyhood, there's always the ability to have another!
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