Dearest Sebastian, this post is four months late. Will you forgive me? Time has run away. I thought about skipping forward to your first birthday post, but I want to write down my memories of your sweet first years, even if I am tardy.

Eight months has always been a favorite age for me. You were no different.

The army crawl, the wide eyes watching everyone around you, and the giggles made for precious days. How my heart fits inside of my body is astonishing to me. You have dug in and carved out your very own spot. It’s exponential. When I see you interact with Mary Alice or Riley or Nate or Julia, it is its own unique and special relationship. You fit in our family as if you have always been here.

I love you, darling.