I remember, sometime around four months, realizing that Grace was at an age/stage that I would miss one day. This was striking for obvious reasons- really, who in their right mind would miss colic? Right. But then one day, right around the time she was old enough to play and entertain herself a little, I realized she was FUN. That's when my friend Anne told me, from that point on, every age would be my favorite. Suuuure, I thought. If you say so.
She was right. (She usually is.)
I realized today, as I was unloading her from the front carrier to get back in the car, I want her to be this age forever. And I've thought that for the last three or four months. Every new trick she learns, every outfit she outgrows, every new food she tastes- they're all so exciting, and just when I think it can't get any better, it does. At the same time, I look back on four-month-old Gracie and think, awww, I miss that! It's crazy.
Semi-related note: Stephen says I'll be carrying her around in the front carrier til she leaves for college. Of course he's wrong, her legs would drag on the ground, but it won't stop me from trying.