My Emily is ten months old this month. My heart leaps, and grieves, and cherishes what this time looks like.
Ten months looks like a whole lot of cuteness.
Ten months looks like trying to master this thing called walking. And falling down a lot.
Ten months looks a lot like strong opinions. She certainly knows what she wants and when.
Ten months looks like life is flying by way too quickly. She is growing up way too fast.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning