Baby, you are three days away from turning ten months old.

Mama can’t thank you enough for the endless laughter you bring to Papa and I.

I’m aware that every time I turn to write about you or write to you I find myself using every cliche in the book. But that’s really ’cause this experience of parenthood is so special, life-changing, yet utterly the same for so many parents who have had this privilege, pain and heartache through the generations.

In this past month, you’ve learnt to crawl, stand, and shake your butt. It won’t long before you are walking.

As I look at you! standing with palms up against the glass and shaking your butt happily as you give me a cheeky grin, I know that your days of babyhood are fast slipping away. You will be a toddler soon. And with that, quickly the more grown-up experiences of being an older sibling, or (hopefully not!) an only child. How precious a time this is, when you are free to be just you.

Mama and papa have learnt so much about our heavenly Father’s heart, just reflecting on how we feel towards you. There’s nothing all that special about you, darling, you’re not that much more different or talented compared to any other baby your age. You seem to be standing and talking somewhat earlier than you’re supposed to, but if we begin this game of comparisons then we can’t help but notice your utter lack of teeth despite the drooling and chewing which supposedly usher those in. Yet, to us, everything you do is worthy of celebration. Mama is constantly calling to Papa to ‘come see, come see’. I know each first is only ‘first’ for that moment, and then it will sink into mundane experiences as we ‘get used’ to everything.

Through you, I have come to know, indeed, ‘how deep the Father’s love for us’. Thank you, little one.


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