Not that I like when my child is hurt, sick, or crying but I do love how he now looks for me or starts crawling towards me when he bumps his head or isn't feeling well. As a mother I feel my sole responsibility is to protect, teach, and nurture my child each and every day. It breaks my heart to see his smile turn in to a cry and watch those baby blues create big crocodile tears but a place in my heart does smile knowing that he wants me and only me at that very moment to sooth him back to happiness.
Happy 8 Months Owen, each day is a blessing that I thank God for. You have brought so much love and happiness into our lives. . . thank you monkey~
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