Nine Months

You're nine months old now, William, and I think if you could say anything it would be something like this:

I might not be able to sit up, but I have a terrific smile.

I can't crawl, but I have a deliciously infectious laugh.

I don't say much at all, but you can tell by the way I look at you that I love you more than anything.

I know I wasn't what you were expecting, but aren't I so much more than you hoped for?

And then I would answer, yes. I love you, William.