Baby Z's first Christmas

My daughter will be almost 9 months old on Christmas Day. I recall last year, feeling like I understood a bit better, what God felt when sending Jesus to live on Earth. The idea of giving up a child - MY child - is absolutely out of the question for me.

This year, having her here, I think I understand just a fraction of what it would be like, for God, to love us to the point he would give up his child for us. How humbling.

Baby Z loves the lights, the paper, and the music. I love the way my heart feels full and open. I love it.

Oh my good heavens!

Baby Z is already 8 months old! I can't believe the turns my life has taken.

I met someone when I was 6 months pregnant. We dated on and off until the little punkin was a few months old. LaMar wanted to get back together. I didn't. And then I met the Argent Sargent (oh look it up!)... so different... so wonderful... so I don't know.

Suffice it to say that I am again engaged. And to be married in June, right after the little one's birthday.