|Some of my favorite recent snaps of Harrison Stevens|
Harry will be six months old on Thursday; WHERE has the time gone? Thinking about the past six months brings on a flurry of emotions:
I think about how he was born a little early and how scared I was when he was just a little guy (5lb 13 oz).
I think about how sad I was when my parents were supposed to come into town to meet him on his birthday, but couldn't because my dad had just been hospitalized for cancer complications.
I think about how happy I am that I went back to Ohio when he was just a month old so that he could meet my dad/his Popieux.
I think about how silly I was when I put so much pressure on myself about Harry's weight gain and breastfeeding (he's growing and thriving!).
I think about how he made my family smile during the darkest period of our lives, as my dad continued to decline in the hospital and eventually transitioned to hospice.
I think about how I told my dad the day before he passed that I would always honor him by raising Harry to be respectful, love God and his family--just like he raised his children.
I think about how Harry, though won't remember meeting his Popieux, will most definitely know all about him.
I think about how Harry's big, beautiful eyes are still blue. Is that you, Dad?