This is a baby-related post. Please feel free to skip if you are not comfortable reading.
It's hard to believe that K will be 7 months on Saturday. I know I say this every time she gets a month older (and I write it, too), but I mean it. Every month that goes by is another month I never expected to be here.
She changes every single day. Her personality, her physical appearance. It's ever-evolving. So are her habits. She was sleeping through the night and now she's not again. She was taking short, frequent naps, and now she's napping (a little) longer and less frequently. But these things could all change tomorrow. Every day is a new adventure with her and I love it. I love never knowing what to expect.
I wonder so much about the future. I wonder what she will look like. I wonder what her personality will be like. What her favorite subject will be in school. If she will prefer sports or arts - or if she'll like both (or neither). I wonder what it will be like to teach her how to drive or to take her on college visits. I worry about drugs. And sex. And all of the things yet to come.
But right now, I try my best to just soak it in. Because when I blink, another day is over and she's grown a little bit more or she's doing something new.
She's such a gift. A gift for which I will never stop being grateful.