Perfect Age




This is the perfect age, for gratuitous parenting, y’know. At this age, at 6.5 months (give or take a couple of months, eh?), Lily Bean is an absolute doll with me. She thinks everything I do and everything I say is the most fascinating thing on earth. She follows me with her eyes everywhere I go. When I leave the room, she cries out for me. When I laugh, she laughs. When I say boo, she giggles. When I act like a dork, she thinks it’s hilarious. This is the perfect time because when she’s this age, she absolutely worships the ground I walk on. I’m enjoying it as much as I can because I know there will be a time when she will think I have the craziest ideas on earth and that I don’t know what I’m talking about. But for now, everything I do is gold to my little Lily Bean. For now, I’m my little girl’s hero, and I love being one for her.

This is she and I playing, laughing, giggling, jumping up and down, hugging and kissing. She’s my little doll, my little angel, my life compact in her tiny little 13.5 pound body.


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