each new month
I just have this one thought. Really, there is only one 🙂
Every new age he reaches is the perfect age. He is almost eight months old and I cannot imagine him any other way than how he is right now. He babbles, but does not know what he’s saying. He doesn’t crawl, but tries his little heart out. He sits but still falls back into his Boppy pillow once in a while. And I cannot imagine him being any more perfect than he is right now.
That is my one single thought.