Happy 6 Months Brooks!

My precious boy,

How can it be that you are SIX months old already? It seems like only yesterday you were born, or what I like to think of as the longest beginning to anything ever. I can still remember the moments surrounding your birth so clearly, and yet how is it that so much of the past six months is already a blur? I can say without question that becoming your mama has single-handedly been the absolute hardest and best thing I have ever done. I knew that you would change our world forever, but I had no idea how you would redefine me and how I see the world. But you see Brooks, you have brought us more joy, love and laughter than we have ever known. Your spunky spirit never ceases to amaze us, and I'm convinced your room-filling laughter must be what heaven sounds like.

At six months old you are busy, and I have a feeling will only continue to be so with each passing month. Even when you're nursing a leg is almost always moving, on your back you're always kicking, and man do you go to town in your jumperoo! You love when your daddy sneaks up on you, and you get yourself tickled to death in anticipation of peekaboo. I love how you pat my face when you're nursing, and how you have the biggest grin when I come in to get you in the morning. When you sleep we find you in all sorts of crazy positions; your lovie over your face, your legs propped up on the crib, or even in some kind of a half twist with arms and legs in different directions. You are so curious sweet one, and thankfully this allows you to embrace new situations and people with ease. You love an afternoon walk in your stroller, even though it inevitably means 3-4 stops for aunties in the complex to pat your cheeks or tell me how fat and white you are. You are rolling over from back to front and front to back, although from time to time you get hung on your arm. You just hate that. You are incredibly expressive, with everything from raspberries, gurgles to high pitched squeals to get our attention and tell us how you're feeling. In your six months of life you've already been on a train, plane, and bus, and had three trips to villages. On each trip you do better and better, probably because your mom is finally learning to relax.

I have to admit I cried some this morning my dear as I realized how big you are and how quickly time is passing. Each day it seems gets sweeter and sweeter, but I love you just as you are right now my boy. You are all baby, squishy, rolly (in both your thighs and movements), and simply delightul. I know you can't stay like this forever, but I hope you know how we treasure our days with you. You have changed everything Brooks Michael Bentley, and I for one am so, so thankful.

Halfy Birthday my darling boy!