Oh my gosh- when did it happen? I blinked and you are SIX months old. Half a year. I feel like I just had you and saw your face for the first time, that magical day in the hospital. And yet, I feel like I've known you forever. You look up at me knowingly. You smile and pet my face and wrap your arms around my neck and even though you pull those little hairs at the base and it hurts like crazy, and even though by "pet my face" I mean sometimes you squeeze and swat at my face, you KNOW me. And you fill my heart so full I think it'll burst every single day.