6 months

Dear Quinton,
You are 6 months old now. You can sit up and grab for toys but the best of it all is that you smile this big, 2-teeth grin that is absolute happiness.
Time has flown by and I know I'll by saying this at your high school graduation, but I still remember your sweet little whimper as you entered this world.
And every day since, you have been such a joy, an absolute delight.
Even at 3am and even through throw up and messy diapers, you are a delight.
I am amazed at the giant leap my heart takes when I walk into your room and you smile at the sight of me. Thank you for all that you give me.

Soon, your feet will be too big to drape across my lap and I'll be chasing you down, asking if I can have a kiss. I frequently let the dishes sit and the laundry pile up, because I am completely content to just hold you.
Your father is just as crazy about you as I am. He lovingly refers to you as his "future" and brightens up when you reach to touch his face.
Your brother marvels that you even exist. He wanted a brother for so long. I can tell the two of you will be good friends.


You are now and will always be my sweet little boy. You are wanted and loved and I don't know what I did to deserve you but I am ever grateful.
Hugs and Kisses,
Mom