There's a First Time for Everything

The month of October has been a month of many firsts for Micah. He cut his first tooth, ate vegetables and fruit for the first time, reached for me to pick him up, sat up by himself, sat in his high chair and in a shopping cart, went to his first costume party (and won cutest kid), got to swing at the park, and got up on all fours like he was about to crawl. He's six and a half months and I can't believe how quickly time has gone by. We are super blessed to have our sweet Micah and we are loving every little first we get to experience with him. Before we know it, we will get to hear him call us Momma and Daddy for the first time, finally crawl (right now he just rocks back and forth but it's so cute), and take his first step. We are not rushing any of these things, just taking the time to enjoy each first as it comes and looking forward to many more firsts that we get to share with our sweet boy!

As a sat and watched Micah play this morning, I couldn't help but cry tears of joy and just smile while thanking God for him. It made me remember back to another first, the first time I held our sweet miracle. We were so excited that he was finally here and we didn't understand fully how we could love something so much already until we held him! Six months later and that love just keeps growing. Sure, there are days that I get frustrated because Micah fights taking a nap, kicks and screams while I'm trying to change his diaper or his clothes, or cries when I put him down or walk out of sight. But, then I remember several things. When he fights taking a nap, it just gives me more time to rock him and sing to him while trying to put him to sleep. When he is kicking and screaming when I'm changing him, those cries mean that my child has a healthy set of lungs and the kicks mean his legs are growing stronger and stronger. When he pitches a fit sometimes when I put him down or walk around the corner and he can't see me, it just means he wants me near by and needs that security of knowing I will not leave him. Oh, how blessed and thankful we are that God is allowing us to raise this sweet boy!