To My Hannie—
I don’t write a lot of letters, Baby Girl, and I’m really trying to save the nostalgia until you turn a year old, but today is momentous. You are six months old; one half of one year old. How is that even possible? It really does seem like yesterday that I was walking in to the hospital, so early in the morning having barely slept the night before from all the anticipation, but it wasn’t. It has been six beautiful months.
I feel blessed that you have fit so easily in to our family. You love your brother and sister so fiercely and want to be involved in every last thing that they are doing. The problem though is that you are not at all mobile. This frustrates you to no end, but does not make you any more eager to roll or spend extended time on your belly. You are horrifically stubborn and though you don’t talk, you make your needs and wants known to anyone who will listen.
You are also obsessed with the cats. You will stop everything you are doing to get a good look at them. And you get more and more excited every time Oswald settles down near you. You’ve been allowed to pet him recently, and the look of amazement on your face is priceless.
You love to play with your toys, but you are happiest when I let you chew on a wet washcloth. Being easy to please is ok with me. Meal time is your favorite and you especially love oatmeal when it is thick and chunky. You also love chewing on Gerber Wagon Wheels. You have tried noodles, and yesterday you took a piece of garlic bread right off of my plate, and went to town! You are a girl who gets what she wants, that is for sure.
Your daddy says that his favorite thing about you is how we can hear you smile. Even in the dark of our bedroom, in the early morning when you first wake up, we can hear your open mouthed gummy grin. My favorite thing about you is how you bury your head in my neck and babble; it almost sounds like you’re saying “I love you”.
So here’s to 6 more months, my Banana. And years to come after that.
I love you to the moon,