It hardly seems possible that Maxwell is 6 months old, but according to the calendar it’s true :) I remember plain as day being nearly 2 weeks past my due date and how *uncomfortable* I felt, even sitting down. But then I see photos, like the one below, and it’s no longer a mystery why I felt so uncomfortable. (Max was nearly 10 lbs. at birth.)
It warmed my heart to look back through these photos of our son. When Max was born I never anticipated needing to have a c-section. I think that was our first experience with tossing schedules out the window. But even though I didn’t anticipate it, it gave me five solid, wonderful weeks of bonding with Max while I healed. I feel so, so grateful for exactly how delivery went :)
Becoming parents is the greatest adventure Zack & I will ever go on. Each morning (or evening — let’s be honest, ha!), is a new set of “what ifs”. I may have a to-do list written out, but ultimately God has the true “to do” list. And really, thank goodness because some days all I know to do is snuggle my son and sing praises for his health. The days can be super hard, but they’re always an adventure.
In six months it feels impossible to remember what life was like without Max. He’s an answered prayer, a bundle of laughter, an expressive child of God.
Six months ago I saw, for the very first time, what love looked like.