Smiling at Seven Months

I look at your little face and marvel.

How are you mine?

Your smile lights up my heart.

Your cry makes it ache.

Your squeal causes it to leap.

Each day I get to spend with you is a gift.

To explore the world, you crawl.

To enjoy the world, you taste it.

Everything is of interest to you.

Even me.

You love your oatmeal, still, and

Cinnamon raisin granola is a new favorite.

You like puffed treats.

Going to bed is not fun,

screaming until you drift off,

but baths are great.

I would not trade this time with you for anything.

Thank you, my sweet boy, for making my decision so easy.