Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Nine Months

Dear Pierce,

Nine months. How did we get here already? I feel like just yesterday I was at the hospital, holding you in my arms, wondering what the hell I'd just gotten myself into, and now we're here. You are three months away from 1 year old, and I have 2.5 months left in my maternity leave.

You are learning so much right now. You are pulling yourself up to stand and still trying to figure out how to crawl. You can hang out for a while on your hands and knees, but when you try to make yourself go anywhere, you end up immediately on your belly. This frustrates you to no end, and of course, I have to come rescue you and put you right again. You have also lately started pushing yourself up on your hands and tip toes. I have often wondered lately if you'd stand independently or crawl first.

Very often when I rock you to sleep at night I sit and stare at you asleep in my arms and wonder what you'll be when you grow up. I can't predict the future, Pierce, but if you go after whatever it is you're meant to do in this life with as much perseverance as you've got trying to crawl right now, I know you will be amazing, AMAZING, at it.

You can do anything you decide, Pierce.

I love you,


  1. This is great! I just wrote a letter to my FOUR year old--time goes so, so fast.

  2. Oh my gosh, Crystal, I can't even imagine Pierce at that age!