the best way out
is always through
i loved this song before i knew parker was a boy.
so now, i still love it, but substitute she for he.
go with it.
6 months. woah. ready for the cliches? cause they're about to be thrown at you. here we go! where does the time go? i sit here in total disbelief that i have a six-month old. i mean, i know it's true. he's chunky, he rolls this way and that way, he can almost sit up by himself, and he is strong and can arch his back at a moment's notice if he doesn't want to be in a certain position anymore. but how'd we get here so fast? i wrote it here awhile back but it's worth writing again: the days are long, but the years are short. i am doing my best to soak it all in, savor every last morsel of the sweetness that is a new life in the house. and so much sweetness there is. parker has brightened our days. not just mine and steve's, but everyone's. when he comes down in the morning, sitting on my hip (something he couldn't do fresh out of the womb--more evidence that, indeed, he is growing!) everyone greets him with a genuinely happy, "good morning parker!!" and he reciprocates with an enormous open mouth smile. like he is equally happy to see the same bright faces every morning. you can't help but be happy with that looking at you! he is a really happy guy, more credit to his nature than anything we're doing right but still, i hope that we're doing things right. or close to it anyway.
i could go on and on. and on and on and on. i won't! it'd take too long. there's too much to say. i journal... my dear parker journal... a means of expressing the overwhelming feelings i have as his mama. especially since he can't yet understand it. one day. so, i will end it with this: parker, we're so glad you are here. i'm so glad you are here.