T is 9 months old.

It doesn't seem possible.

I know, I know; I say that every month. He is so active and so much fun. He is getting around everywhere he wants to go. He loves to climb on things, he is crawling like lightning, pulling himself up on everything, walking around the furniture, pushing toys as a "walker" to get around where the furniture doesn't take him, and occasionally feeling brave and just letting go to stand free for a second. He has been into EVERYTHING. I am pretty sure his goal in life is to know where I keep everything in the house. It sure keeps me on my toes.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

There has been nothing like the journey of motherhood for me. Nothing else has brought the same amount of fulfillment, joy, and purpose. Every morning I am greeted with a million dollar smile. I am entertained all day with games of peek a boo, pat a cake, tickles, giggles, and smiles. Our house is filled with chatter like never before. And, if ever I wondered what one might do with their spare time, T is great at making sure that never happens.

Ever.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.