Just because I don’t want to forget…

You were just a few weeks old when we headed to the pumpkin patch with our cousins like we have every year for how many years now?  Maybe eight?  You won’t remember this trip though, all bundled in the pack with your daddy the whole time except when we needed a picture with your tiny face in it:

You were almost four weeks old when we hosted our first tea, you slept in the arms of friends whose days with babies are long past and they love you more than I expected and it blesses me in deep places.  My heart goal to embrace the feminine and affirm all that is lovely in a world where gender identity is a waning concept.  Someday I’ll host these teas and you’ll have a place at the table too.

Your sisters’ voice has to be the one you know only second to my own.  She scoops you up and loves on you all day long.  I am so glad I am the one who has to feed you because otherwise I’m quite sure I’d not get to hold enough, there is always someone who wants to love on you.

You are even happy to entertain our three (gorgeous!) cousins who were all here for the holiday and the college-student-friend-of-my-cousin who we happily incorporated into our family gathering for Thanksgiving…

But it did tire you out and your daddy held you like he holds all our babies:

Your brothers think you are beautiful.  You are.

And out of the three of them, Kyler loves you the most by far.  He loves to read to you and sit with you and talk to you and tell you how cute you are.

I realized while posting this that there are virtually no pictures of you alone, I could apologize for that but I won’t.  You are always within arms reach of someone who loves you.

And now you are almost four months old and you sit in the Bumbo to watch the happenings here!

You are treasured and loved sweet one – so thankful for your presence in this family!