7 Months

Dear Emmitt,

we are officially over the hill, more than halfway to a year.

it seems so old when put that way, so dramatic. lets call it something else...

something smaller, something less. 

yesterday you started crawling.  totally. blew. my. mind.

i knew it was coming, but still... this seems so soon, so sudden even.

suddenly one day you were up; hands, knees, 

backwards and finally, forward motion.

such a short short time ago you were so impossibly small. 

your tiny world filled up with me.

now that world is movement and motion; buttercups, building blocks and green beans.

and though we will revolve around each other endlessly, 

i already feel a lengthening. i prepare myself as i watch you crawl away.

 it startles me, this headlong rush of yours.

how quickly your babyhood is seeming to fly. how fleeting this is.

so i try to remember these things;

how your hair looks so blond in the light, the way a wooden block looks in your small hand,

your toothless smile, the way you light up when i come back to you.

all these things. these little things.

my wild little love.

xo