Four Months

Dear Abbey,

You are four months old today. In some ways it feels like it was just yesterday we were meeting each other for the first time in the hospital. In other ways, it feels like I've known you my whole life.

You're laughing now. Full on belly laughs. Your eyes light up. Your whole face lights up. You are so close to rolling over. You can sit up with some help, and hold your head up on your own. You're sleeping ten hours a night. Mommy and Daddy are now getting a solid 7.5-8. Happy times.

This morning, you were snuggling up with your puppy, Dante. The three of us curled up in a chair together. You gave him a little pat. He gave you a little kiss.

With each of your milestones my heart aches a little. Both with pride and joy, and also a little sentimental sadness. So many firsts - and you keep growing. I'm afraid any second you'll be a teenager stomping up the stairs, slamming the door, and proclaiming how cruel your mother is. Not the sweet babe who falls asleep, cooing in my arms as I sing, "Here Comes the Sun" for the millionth time. Sometimes, while you are sleeping, I just look at you and try to imagine the person you're going to grow into. You're just four months old, and you make your Mommy so proud.

I love you, Abbey.

Mom.