Noah turned seven months on Monday. It is hard to think that seven months have already flown by. Last night Adam and I went to see some friends of our who just had their first baby. We got to the hospital just after she had delivered and waited around with the family to get to welcome little Hays into the world. I just kept thinking about how not long ago that was us. (Slightly different circumstances, Hays was not rushed off to the NICU thank goodness!) I watched the joy on the new parents' faces and the amazement as they looked at the little miracle they created, grew and were now holding. I watched their family members share their joy. It was a beautiful moment that reminded me of how amazing birth is. How amazing is God??? I remember holding Noah (in a very drugged state) on my chest before they whisked him away. How sweet and tiny he was. And then bam! It's seven months later and you have an even more adorable baby than the day he first arrived (if its possible) who went from such an innocent beautiful newborn to a funny, curious little boy! Noah is always moving. He won't stay where you put him. He climbs and squirms and falls over, rolls around. He wants so bad to get places but can't quite figure out how. He is always talking. Screaming to test his voice, babbling or his new one growling. These seven months have been amazing, hard but worth every minute. The best part has been the love. I never thought I could love Adam more. But I do. I am surprised by the strength of my love for Noah. By how much love our families have for him. And I have certainly fallen deeper in love with God who blessed us in his own timing with such amazing gift.
Noah is spending time at Nana's so I can't interview him on his seventh month on earth. So I thought I'd add the second part to Noah falling off the saddle for Aunt Robin. She will enjoy the sequel. He really loved the fact his head was under the blanket.
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