Twelve months ago today, Nathan and I were in Scotland (Edinburgh to be precise) and Neeps had not yet acquired the moniker "Neeps"- although he would by the end of the trip. Six months ago today (at this very hour) I was ecstatic in a hospital bed, with my brand-new, unnamed baby boy laying naked on my chest, all sweet and soft and recently-defecated.
Today he is almost 18 pounds of grinning, jabbering, "perfectly proportionate*" Little Gentleman. I don't just love him, I really like him. I can only hope this feeling continues to grow and develop along with him and his little ways.
I'm so excited to see where the next six months take us.
*(the doctor's exact words at today's checkup)