Dear Little Lu,
It's hard to believe you're already 6 months and 3 weeks old. Even crazier, is that for the past 6 months, we've only been separated a handful of times.
Truthfully...I can't get enough of you. I'm pretty sure you feel the same.
Your smile is infectious.
I breathe in the smell of you, feel your chubby little cheeks against mine and seriously believe that this must be what Heaven smells like. I have those same thoughts when I enter Starbucks and the Aveda Salon...but we'll discuss that when you're older...
I look at your pictures hanging on the walls, and can hardly believe how fast you've grown. It makes my heart ache a little because it seems no matter how much I savor every moment...the moments are still just moments. Gone quickly.
Yesterday, as we waited to pick up your brothers from school, I sat and watched a mom walk with her young toddler daughter, hand in hand. I pictured you...no longer a baby, but walking along holding my hand. It made me smile. I think it was God's way of reminding me to enjoy today, but to look forward with joy to what is ahead, rather than long for what will have passed.
But for now, I will treasure our almost-every-day dance together. It usually happens in the afternoon, when your brothers are at school and the house is quiet...just you and me. You fighting going down for a nap, me, swaying and rocking and shooshing you to sleep...to this song.
I wonder if you'll remember...I will.
Love you, Miss Lucy.