I can't believe that Gavin is already 13 (almost 14) weeks old. Where has the time gone? In some ways I feel that he has been a part of my life forever, and in others I feel like it was just yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital.
In everything that he does, I am always encouraging him and excitedly by his side waiting for the next new thing he has learned. I love watching him sit with his head held high and smile at people as they come into his sight. Or the way I can cuddle my hands under his arms and he wants to take right off walking. Those beautiful little baby steps. It's so exciting watching him become his own little person.
And at the same time, I can't believe that already he doesn't want to be cuddled much in the day. He wants to be sitting on my lap, smiling, while I make funny faces at him. He wants to stay awake so that he doesn't miss anything, not curl up to me and sleep the day away.
And, yes, I know that it has only been 13 weeks. But already, I can't believe the changes that have happened in all of our lives. I've always felt like it was a miracle, waking up in the morning and seeing my beautiful baby boy sleeping in his bed beside me. Now I wake to the rustle of his arms and feet as he plays and coos because the sun is shining into our bedroom window and he's happy to greet the day. No matter how sleepy I am, in the two seconds it takes me to pop my head over his and say "Good Morning", he flashes his incredible smile and it warms my heart in a way that I never knew was possible.