Today is your one-month birthday. I can’t believe it has been a whole month since your little body entered the world! This last month has been nothing short of blessed.
It has been so much fun to watch you grow and learn. The last couple of weeks, you have been increasingly observant; you love to look around with those beautiful eyes and take in your surroundings. You love focusing on lights and other bright objects, and you always seem very pensive and wise about it all. Probably my favorite thing on which you like to focus, though, is a painting we have of the Savior. Nearly every time I sit and nurse you on the couch above which it is hung, you just stare at it, often pausing mid-drink to smile up at it. I like to think you remember and recognize Jesus, and are smiling at Him.
This month, you’ve also loved spending time with your grandpa and grandma B, or your Ajja and Amma, as they like to be known. You recognize them now, too and enjoy completely making their day with your little smiles. They continue to be completely smitten with you – you have a way of winning hearts. You've also enjoyed lots of Skype and phone dates with many of your other relatives, and we're excited for you to meet many of them in person at Christmastime.
I’ve loved spending my days with you. I love playing with you and singing to you and dancing with you and reading books with you. I love munching on your cute little ears (with the tiny cute little nub on the right one). I love how calm you get whenever we turn on the hair dryer, and how you giggle in your sleep.
The other day, I had to leave you with Daddy for a few hours while I attended an event with my summer internship organization. As I was feeding you before, it took a little longer than I expected, so that I thought I would be a little late. While normally I really hate being late, I realized I just didn’t really care. You are my priority now, and I realized it’s much more important to me that all your needs are met than to be at some event. The best part was that I didn’t feel held back at all by this – I just felt grateful. You and your dad are the most important thing to me, and I’m so happy for it. I love you, Mr. McBub.
(Again, courtesy of the fabulously talented Maria.)