Georgia turned nine months old last Monday, on February 20.
It was the most bittersweet day for me. I wake up every morning hating that she's one day older but loving that I get to watch her learn and do more with every day.
I was really dreading the nine month milestone, as it signifies that she's been "out" of me just as long as I carried her. But as usual, Georgia made today more perfect than ever.
We played for awhile in her room that morning, then I sat her with some toys and took off to my room to change clothes. As soon as I reached my room, I turned around and saw her crawling toward her doorway. She reached one perfect little hand toward me and said, "Mama!" while looking me in the eye.
She's said Mama before, even while reaching for me. But it's never sounded this definitive - like she knew exactly what she was saying. Of course I ran to her, picked her up and swung her into the air, then ran around the house laughing and cooing loudly at her. I'm sure she thought she did something wrong by my reaction!
But she couldn't have done anything more right. Thank you, my Love Bug, for making me a Mama and making every single day with you better than any day I ever had before.