I don’t even really know how to start this post. I’m going to try my hardest to do this justice.
Asher, you are an amazing little human. You are the funniest kid and you light up every room we go into. You are really into light fixtures and support poles right now, and you always take time to talk to all the artwork in the house. Walking is your number one goal right now and I feel like you will be running before you’re a year old! Anytime of the day we are eating food or drinking boob milk you are the happiest. You are a little bottomless pit, just like your father. You have officially doubled your birth weight though you are still long and skinny, but the chub lives in your cheeks and chin(s). You scrunch up your nose like your Grammy Parker used to and every time you do it my heart aches. Mommy was your first word, but you’ve long abandoned that to say dadadada constantly. I don’t mind though. Watching Top Gear with Daddy and getting puppy kisses are some of your favourite things. Naps are great usually but you still suck at night sleep. I’ve kinda got used to it though, but anytime you want to start sleeping longer I wouldn’t complain.
Sometimes it scares me how much your Daddy and I love you, it is an all encompassing type of love. I choose to love your Daddy every day, but I can’t help loving you. Your laugh and smile are infectious. I would move heaven and earth to make your world bright. I want to munch on your baby toes and your lint-filled belly button. I do things for you that I never thought I would, like get chewed on constantly or touch way more poop than I ever thought possible. You are special and wanted and bright. It still blows my mind that I created you with my body, in all of its flaws, and you are so perfect and just what we needed in our family.
Thank you for the last 8 months of your life. I hope we continue to cherish each minute, even the bad ones. I love you, Asher Dean.
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