Today: Six months of Grace.

Six months ago, we were waking up (from–maybe–an hour of sleep, but waking up nevertheless) for the first time as a family of three.  Grace’s basinet was wheeled up against one side of my hospital bed, and Nick was on a cot on the other side.  My arm was stiff from having slept with it draped ever so carefully across Grace’s tiny, swaddled body.  We had only know her for a few hours, but I couldn’t bear to not hold Grace, even for a minute.  I peeked over at her little round cheeks, her button nose, and dark lashes and cried the happiest tears of my life.  I couldn’t believe she was ours.

Six months have passed, and I still can’t believe she is ours.  She’s sleeping (more like, cat napping) in her own room.  She’s rolling from one side to another and trying to scoot.  She’s got three teeth on their way.  She’s eating solid foods.  She can babble and yell and squeal.  She’s sits up on her own… until she tips forward… and then she tries again.

She makes us happy, she makes us whole.  These have been the best six months of my life.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Whipping up some farm stand soup
• Finishing up plans for Grace’s Christening
• Attempting to organize six months worth of photos

What makes you happiest these days?