6 Short Months

Yesterday Lucy turned 6 months old.

6 months.

Already.

Just like that.

She is sitting on her own, grabs her toys, feeds herself. She is trying to stand and crawl, wants to hold her own spoon, wants a bite of my lunch too. She is still very much a baby, but hardly a newborn anymore. She is very quickly becoming a little girl.

And though I really want to keep her a baby, I so look forward to the lady she will become. This fabulous girly girl, already showering us with her hugs and kisses.

It is exciting and tremendously heartbreaking at the same time.

She's the last. There will be no more.

Before she got here, before we even knew she was coming, I could hardly rationalize why I wanted her so badly. I told Turbo repeatedly, I just didn't 'feel' done. I couldn't justify it, couldn't even explain. I just felt like we were missing someone. I didn't know who she was, or if she was even going to be a girl. I just knew we needed her.

For some strange reason, I was right.