Dear Laney,
Today, you turn 6 months old.
In just half a year, you've expanded my heart, made my left arm freakishly strong, and made it necessary for me to wash sweet potatoes out of my hair.
Someone once said that the life of a parent is made up of the longest days and the shortest years. So true. The past 6 months have flown by in a haze of love and diapers, squeals and pouts, stories and naps... Using a little basic math, we can estimate that you have been fed 1,080 times. I will mention this the next time someone asks me why I haven't written the Great American Novel.
I can't remember what life was like before you came...I'm just awfully glad you showed up.
Love,
Mom
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