8 months and you can't stand to crawl any more, well, unless it is to get somewhere else where you can stand. You love standing and especially love to surprise me while I'm laying on the couch. Suddenly, we are eye level and it cracks you up. We spent your 8 monthday at the beach taking some pictures. It was a mini last hooraj before our big last hoorah next weekend. I am to work tomorrow.
And I hate to spoil a Monthday post and get all teary eyed about going back to work and missing you so bad that I can literally feel my heart break into pieces inside my chest. But I don't want to go. I want to snuggle in the morning with you and tackle your belly from under our warm covers. I want to have a secret playdate with you before Owen wakes up. I want to kiss you whenever I want. Seriously, that hurts the most. I'll go teach but can't someone have you near by so I can stop and kiss you? Just let me rub your soft back for a send and feel your solid torso in my arms? Please?
Tomorrow will be hard and so will Wednesday, but NEXT monday night...that's going to be the worst. So I need to make sure every moment I am with you is the best.
love, mom
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