Today, I have a solid-food-eating, daily-showering, sleeping-like-it's-his-job little dude. I say it every month, and I'll probably keep saying it as time continues to pass, but this is my favorite age.
It's Westley's half birthday. Six months. The big "point-five."
Half a year ago, Westley was a tiny, swaddled newborn. Depending on how I look at it, that time was either several years ago, or just yesterday. The slightest shift changes time in my mind's eye. It's like the vase-or-two-faces thing.
Many of those Things That Everyone Says to new parents aren't true, but one certainly is: they're babies for only one year. Six months from now, Westley may very well be toddling, in which case, he won't be a baby any more: he'll be a toddler. And I'll be saying, "Just yesterday you were six months old."
But that's tomorrow. I'll continue enjoying today until it gets here.
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