The number 10….

It’s so hard to believe our miracle son is almost 10 months old. Just looked in on him five minutes ago. Sleeping peacefully in his nursery.
Isn’t life wonderful. This time last year I was about 33 weeks pregnant. Nervous and excited.
Roll on 12 months and I’m exhausted but happy.
Babba has 6 teeth, 4 up, 2 down. And today he stood on his own for about 3 seconds!
It was like he was surfing. He was loving it. You watch his face and you can see him exhilarated by his growing independence.
Me? I’m just as excited but also terrified he’ll fall over and crack his head. He’s so busy. Constantly on the go.
I love him so much.

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