My daughter turned six months old yesterday. Since October 2, 2011, Kim and I have never been the same. She has brought so much joy to our hearts in such a short time.
We’ve had some stressful times—trying to figure out what’s wrong when she cries; how and when to feed her; how to time planned events with feeding, sleeping and getting out of the house on time; how to save for college; who should care for her if we both die in a fiery car crash (read: blaze of glory); and all the other ins and outs of bringing a new person into the world who’s completely dependent on us—but to say it’s been worth it would be a huge understatement.
- her mouth-open, toothless, drooling smile
- her big soft cheeks that just can’t seem to be kissed enough
- watching her grow and learn
- bath time
- waking her up and seeing her smile to start the day
- hearing her baby-talk and singing and spitting throughout the apartment
- the new laugh we’re starting to hear (along with all the new, fun things she’s doing)
- our time in the car on the way to Grandma and Grandpa G’s house in the mornings, telling her stories and holding her little hand when she gets fussy
- us, for who we are, no matter what
- staring outside at the sky and trees and birds, and all the beauty God has made
- getting our attention when we’re not looking
- watching me play guitar (and trying to play with me)
- rolling over
- pulling the blankets over her eyes
- finding and staring at me, whether or not we’re in the same room
Someday her eyes will look at another man; her hand will hold his as they get into a car that says “Just Married.” But not now. Not today. Today I’m still the man in her life and that is at once one of the most daunting, challenging, exciting and fulfilling blessings in my life.
Today is a good day.