My beautiful baby boy is seven months old today! Last night I was cleaning his old clothes out of his dresser drawer and created two bags full of clothes he can no longer fit. My darling son has moved into 9-12 months clothes because, like his Papa and I, he has incredibly long legs. I came across his little knit cap they gave him in the hospital when they first handed him to me and I just didn't have the heart to pack it way. I smelled it and held it close to me to remember. When I was pregnant, I used to dream about Isaiah all the time. Even before I knew he was a boy, I dreamt of holding him, kissing him and watching him sleep. When they told me he was a boy, I wasn't surprised at all. 
I remember seeing him for the first time and being completely overwhelmed by my emotions. When Isaiah was born he didn't scream out, he just released the sweetest little cry... sort of like, "Just letting you know I am here." The nurses and doctors were so happy.. laughing away. They had been through it with us... almost. We had the same nurse, for pretty much all 27 hours of my labor. Richard's eyes were wide as he peeked over the sheet they had up blocking the lower half of my body while they performed the C-Section. I just muttered, "Oh my God, Oh my God" and began to cry. After a little over 8 months, he was here! The feeling is utterly indescribable. It is the kind of moment you wish you could just bottle up. When they handed him to me, I covered his face in his kisses. He was my baby, and I was his mommy and we loved each other at first sight.
Here we are seven months later and his everything I thought he would be. Isaiah, you are everything I knew you would be! He is a charming, intelligent, funny, inquisitive, happy, beautiful baby boy. Even in the middle of the night, he can crack me and his Daddy up with his big toothless smile when we go to his crib to pick him up. Or, the way he gets all geared up to crawl and collapses to the side just to chew on the nearest toy. Or, how when he meets a pretty lady he flashes his big smile and buries his little head in my neck. Or how as I write he is playing with his feet on his blanket looking from his Daddy to me with a big smile. Although I am sad about the time that has passed, I am so excited about what the future has to hold for me and my sweet boy. Mommy loves you, Isaiah.
Happy Seven Months!
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