A Labor of Love: The 6th Month

"No matter how much time passes,

no matter what takes place in the interim,

there are some things we can never assign to oblivion,

memories we can never rub away."

~Haruki Murakami~

My mind continues to short circuit as it attempts to comprehend the sheer fact that our son is six months old.

He has such joy and his smiles hold nothing back.

Oh, little one, may this joy you have never run dry. I pray that these moments will remain as memories burned in my mind for days and years to come.

I want to remember how you:

crinkle your nose when you laugh, just like I do
cross your feet at your ankles as you ride in the carseat or stroller or even as you play on the floor
squeal with delight when you see daddy running down the hallway to come and give you a zerbert on your tummy
calm down and listen intently as I sing "Amazing Grace" and then "May the Lord" to you before you head off to dream land at bedtime
take your pacifier in and out of your mouth just for fun
grasp onto my clothes with your chubby little hands and burrow your face in my shoulder when you get excited
open your mouth as big as you possibly can and eagerly lean forward in anticipation of what mama will feed you on that spoon coming towards your mouth
sleep on your hands during nap time and wake up with perfect little indentations of your fingers all over your face
bat your arms up and down when you get excited

A Labor of Love