Time goes quickly. I cannot believe Micah is already 6 months old. This means that we have begun our process of finalizing the adoption, which is exciting. But it also means he's moving all over the place, chewing on any object he can get his hands on, eating "food" and enjoying it, and getting cuter and cuter everyday. Two teeth are officially broken through.
Micah definitely has his preferences. He giggles hysterically with both Mommy and Daddy...but Daddy seems to be his favorite in the evening. Having him come home from work is a treat for everyone. Micah is a cuddler. He loves to cuddle with Mommy and makes it known that he wants me more and more. He loves holding his hand against Grandpa's cheek...which is really adorable since he's the only one he consistently does that to...and he continues to be generally happy. We wait to see what will happen with his hair. Will the sides ever grow? We patiently wait.
He loves people and they all love him. He's a peaceful spirit full of love, tenderness, and gentle sensitivity. I anticipate, when he's older, he will be the kid who people gets along with everyone because things roll off his back pretty easily. I predict he'll have a continue to have this calming presence and because of that, he will be a source of strength and wisdom for those who know him.
That's just what I think.
But I'm pretty sure I'm right.
Everyday, I feel so blessed.
He's my 6 month old miracle.