Eleanor Grace is 9 months old.

9 months.

It took 9 months for you to grow inside of me.

And now you have grown 9 months in this world.

You were born so small, little 8 pound child who could not support her head.

In 9 months you can eat, and crawl, and walk along the couch.

You can babble and laugh. You love your mama and dada.

You learn new things daily, at almost lightning speed,

and you are very proud of your accomplishments.

You look to me for accolades every time you perform a new feat,

like mastering a toy, or eating with a spoon.

Today you absolutely love standing, and you pull yourself up to everything.

Everything.

Even things that have no height, like books

You will plant your hands on top of the book and stick your butt

straight up in the air, like you are standing on it.

This makes you very proud.

Then you'll look to me with your toothy grin.

And I'll match you back.

I've never grinned so much so much as I have in these 9 months.

I've never felt such pride.

I've never loved so fiercely.

I'm amazed at the power of 9 months.

You were once just a thought between your mom and your dad

and now you are our beautiful daughter.

Ever growing.

Ever enchanting.

You are such light in our lives.