It's true. My baby girl is 6 months old. Considering how late I am in posting this I suppose it would be more accurate to say that she is 6 months and 9 days old. I still can't believe it.
Remember this baby?
This is still who I expect to pick up every morning. But oh no! In her place is this little bundle of joy that makes my fist clench to my heart almost every time I see her. Do you do that mommys? It feels like instinct. My heart literally throbs, as if I can grasp for a moment the treasure of this precious moment. A moment that will be gone as soon as I realize it's there. But in it's place is a new moment, as beautiful as an unfolding rosebud. Somehow while writing about my children tears almost always spring to my eyes and I can hardly escape the urge to run upstairs and kiss them in their sleep. What a truly blessed gift we have been given!
Ella is now right on the brink of sitting up, creeping and her first tooth. The combination hasn't made for the most joy-filled days in the history of Ella Joy, but she still fills our days with radiant sunshine.
To God be all the glory! How blessed it is to sit in His all knowing and all powerful hand!