Ella Sue is now nine months old. Nine months is a crucial age. They're moving on their own, talking nonstop (Ella says Mama, Dada, Zach, goat, cat, and banana, clearly, and also babbles all the time), taking leaps and bounds towards independance. But then, just when you are afraid baby is already grown up, she needs you and can't abide without you. She holds up her arms and cries for you, and when you scoop her up she fits just perfectly still in the crook of your arms.
Baby girl is still baby girl, and Mama's baby girl most importantly.
Her baby blues are heartachingly brilliant and clear.
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