Tragic Victories...

Gunnar is 5 months old today. I can't believe it. I can't believe he is sitting up on his own, giggling with delight in the mornings and evenings, holding things and transferring objects from one hand to the other...it just amazes me. Every day he is one day older and one day closer to being a toddler...I can't help but be a little sad every night when I put him to bed. I think of that little old lady who said to me when G was just a few weeks old "Don't you just wish you could spray him with hairspray or something and freeze him at that size forever?"
 YES...part of me really does wish I could do that.
But at the same time...every little new thing he does just amazes me and brings me so much joy. I don't think I've ever felt so proud of someone else...and it's not like he's won the nobel peace prize or anything...he's just doing thing every baby does, but I AM soooo proud!!

Every milestone is sort of a tragic victory. Tragic because it will never happen for the first time again...and it's the ending of one era of his babyhood. But... a victory just the same...exciting that he's learning so much so fast.

I wish we would have video taped his adorable giggles tonight for his mommy and daddy.  He's just so genuinely happy to be alive! And we are so happy he's here.

Happy 5 month Birthday Gunnar Miles! Mommy loves you more than all the earth and all the universe and all stars!