My sweet Luca Byrd. I ran into a friend of your daddy's at the farmer's market last Saturday, and he told me that four months is when things really get good. Smiles, laughing, interaction.. the world is opening itself to you.
It has gotten good, and easier too. I know your cues and how to make you happy. When you're hungry, when you're sleepy, when you're ready to play. You've let your daddy give you a bottle a few times (!!) and we're pretty proud. You love bathtime, being carried on my hip, your crinkly-noise tail book. You're getting pretty good at making noises too.
You've learned to suck your fingers and can calm yourself now. You spent your first night at Grandma and Papa's house; not exactly a success but we had fun anyways. (You stayed up until 11:30pm..!) We went to a family reunion where you were the highlight. Your daddy traveled to London, and we used the time to bond and play and make airplane noises and collect the chicken eggs and have girl days and take walks with our sakura bloom sling (which we LOVE).
I'm so aware of how blessed we are to have you. What a miracle you are, and how lucky I am to be going through this with you. I pray over you every night that the Lord guide you and bless you all the days of your life. I want everything for you, I want protection and happiness and peace.. and selfishly I want your babyhood to last forever. I love this time. Like Elizabeth Antonia said, "I know that in twenty years I will give anything to sit a moment with you at this age. So here I sit with you. Still and watching."