There is something dear about babies and children at any age. However, there is something about 6 month old babies that just breaks your heart. Watching Gemma at this stage, I feel teary on many occasions. The way she puts her arm on my arm as I carry her around on my hip. The way she smiles so easily and often at seeing her momma, daddy, or sister.
Her chubby yet strong little body is so warm and always ready to cuddle. Kissing her sweet little face or giving her a razz on her belly and hearing that giggle and watching her anticipate the next touch.
Hearing her quick breathing through her nose as she gets excited about something, like a corner of the blanket or getting ready to nurse. Lying in bed with her, wrapped around her little body and seeing her little smile as she drifts off to sleep.
She is growing so strong. Sitting up with confidence, and reaching, extending her body further and further. I truly wish little ones were like seasons so you could cherish each moment knowing you were not going to experience it again for a long time, but knowing it would return eventually.
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