Last week, Jack turned 8 months old. I'd like to wonder where the time is going, but unfortunately I know. I get sad when I think about how much time of Jack's infancy I have missed and how much more I will miss over the next few months. Honestly, it's just not fair. To either of us. I told Erik the other day that if our fate had been different I would want another baby. It would be very hard to make that decision now though. The threat of Lucy's cancer will be with us for the rest of our lives. I beg God daily that she will go into complete and total remission for the rest of her long, long life. And while I believe that will be the case, there are no guarantees. I could not risk having another child and dealing with the "what ifs."
So, with that being said, we are just loving this baby to bits every single day. His cheeks are bound to be raw from all the kissing I do! And believe me when I say he is into everything. I am exhausted by the day's end from just chasing him around the house. He moves constantly. His toes, his fingers. Everything moves, all the time!
I am so grateful for this time I have at home with him. I truly cherish every minute with him. Look at how he's grown...
I love you my sweet Jon Keller! You are the light of my life.