Three months, my Dear. You are only three months old, but I feel as if you’ve been a part of our family forever. At the same time, my brain cannot wrap around the fact that you’re already three months old. The memory of the day you joined us here has blurred, the pain of those last months carrying you and delivering you forgotten. Your once sleepy eyes are now wide open and curious.
Today you look and listen for me, and when I’m found, the ends of your lips curl up, letting me know that you are happy.
Having three other little ones around sometimes makes it hard for me to give you the attention I would love to shower you with. But I have learned to cherish whatever quiet moment you and I may have together. The world could disappear when I hold you in my arms, nursing you, as I adore the wave in your hair, your furious little fists, your searching blue eyes. Your baby breath intoxicates me and so often I feel that if I could just breathe you all in, nothing else would matter. I would be simply content.
My little Lucy, you may be our 4th little one here in this busy home, but my love for you is as strong as it is for any of our other children. And while your siblings can now elicit feelings other than joy – and they often do – you are my calm and my serenity. I know it won’t last forever, but I will take hold of this precious baby love you give me, and keep it close to my heart for as long as you will let me. I love you.
Very late, I know. But late is still better than never! From birth to 3 months, our little Lucille. (And how about that robust little chest of hers? Hallelujah!)