Today Archer was found standing in his crib for the first time after a nap, babbling away and smiling in the wake of his achievement.
Today Archer waved at the receptionist at the pediatrician and when she waved back he smashed his face into my chest, giggling.
Today Archer took a couple awkward steps from the ottoman to my arms and then fell on his head. He screamed and then got back up to do it again.
Today Archer kissed me square on the lips when I was crying as if to say, "buck up, mommy. I love you!" and then he kissed me again and again until I stopped crying and had to laugh. He laughed too.
My baby is becoming a boy. How? I don't know. It never occurred to me until now that what is happening is happening so fast. I want to frame every day and hold every moment up for the world to see how much good and beauty there is and that no matter what is happening, where the tears have come from or what the future holds, there is newness and hope and good. Everywhere there is good.
If it wasn't for Archer I don't think I would be able to see everything as I do. He makes me fearless. His kisses are like shields. I am truly grateful.