Nine-Month-Old-Roman-James

I can’t believe it. I know, I know. I say that every month. But nine months is a big one, a really big one. It marks the point at which my baby has been outside of my body for longer than he was inside of it. And for me, that’s a huge deal. I don’t even know why. I just feel it. When he was in my womb, and even when he was a little tiny newborn, I was his home. And now, after nine months of exploring this great big, crazy world — this place has become his home. (I’m trying not to cry here.) I just hope that I will always be home to him, even if not completely, I hope that a little piece of him will always find comfort in me. (Okay, crying now.)

You’re amazing, Roman James. You are the light of my life, the sunshine in my days. You are still getting bigger, and smarter, and sweeter every damned day. You’re quick and you’re funny. You make me laugh ’til my belly aches. I can’t help but to smile when I look at you — even if it’s for the one-millionth time in a given day.

I love you so, ever & always. xo

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