Dear Margot,
It's very hard to believe that three-quarters of a year have passed since I brought you into this world. I remember so well snuggling you in the hospital, crying happy tears at the arrival of my daughter. But at the same time, I look at you now and can't believe that it's only been three-quarters of a year. You have a full-fledged personality, you're trying desperately to walk, and you have a head FULL of hair. So accomplished for a mere 9-months of age!
I look at you every day and think about how pretty you are. Yes, I know I am biased. But your strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes are just so striking. I'm not positive where those blue eyes came from, but they sure are beautiful.
Your smile makes me smile, EVERY. TIME. It is infectious. People can't help but giggle when they see your silly face, ALWAYS with the tongue out.
You are so strong willed. You are on your feet, standing alone, cruising along furniture, and even letting go to transfer from one piece of furniture to the next with a little step. Your daddy says that this is the month when you'll learn to walk. Time will tell, but I believe that if you want to do it, you're going to do it. And believe me, you want to grow up. You have pretty much no use for pureed food anymore- you want to chew. You want to walk. And you want to talk. I have watched you imitate my sounds, watching my mouth move with such concentration. You are learning to wave. You
will your fingers to open and close like Daddy's do when he waves to you.
Margot Claire, my little lady. I love you.
Love,
Mama
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