My Dearest Darling,
This month, you learned how to drift peacefully off to sleep in the car. Magically, the week your Papa was in the hospital*, you nodded off on nearly every trek back and forth from home. And even if it was just for the one week, I thank you.
You have also discovered the magic of the hanging doorway jumper. Forty minutes is the current record for how long you have bounced with a goofy, drooly grin lighting your little face.
You finally found your thumb, which I knew was bound to happen since you have always loved sucking, but not on a pacifier thankyouverymuch.
And you gave me your first kisses, open-mouthed and wonderful, while we were waiting for Papa’s test results in the hospital. How did you know to time it so perfectly? I melted into a puddle of sappy goo right there in the hospital room.
The grins, the giggles, the gooey kisses… I think you must be the happiest little girl in the world (which is of course my totally unbiased, research-based and scientific opinion). At least, you make my world a better place.
Love you more than five months (or even 14 months) could possibly express,
*Steve is doing better, though still suffering from three (and counting) weeks of fever from a cousin virus to mono.