“We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body. “

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dearest Addison,

Eight months.  Wow.  I just don’t where the time is going.  You are such a wonderful addition to our lives.  You are growing much too fast–I see how quickly Jackson got to three years old and it makes me want to stop time in its tracks.  I love these days.  They are days of watching you delight in seeing me upon waking in the morning.  The determination in your eyes as you concentrate on pulling yourself up to stand, and your glee as you crawl quickly across the floor in pursuit of some random toy you have spotted.  You have four teeth and happily click your tongue against them to make quite a satisfying sound.  I think you believe that you are making a kissing sound back at me.    You love your brother to pieces and break into a wide grin whenever you hear his voice.  Lately, you love to climb all over him when you both are on the playroom floor.  You are such a sweet baby, and I never even knew you were teething until the teeth already had broken through.  It was only then that you decided to let me know that you were in pain.   You love to feed yourself and you are blissful when you are an enormous mess of smashed avocado and sweet potato.  I love you and your brother more than all the stars in the sky.  Don’t grow up too fast, my sweet.

All the love in the world,

mommy