It’s almost like you knew you were turning 3 months this week, because you have miraculously gotten very strong and chubby overnight!
You’re holding your head up like a champppp.
We were in LA over the weekend when you officially hit the three month mark to honor your grandfather. He passed three years ago, and he was a great man. Your papa will tell you all about him when you’re older.
I think your papa was about this age when he got on a boat to leave Vietnam. When Bea was a baby I used to think about how strong (physically and emotionally) your grandma must have been to be caring for a little baby in such scary conditions. I don’t know much about his exact experience, but I’ve heard other elders in your family talk about being attacked by pirates out on the water. With limited food and water, it must have been scary enough worrying about keeping quiet but to also have a baby. . . so scary.
Now that you’ve come into our lives, it has helped me to see how surviving such conditions would be possible. I feel like you are such a miracle-gift baby because you’re so good, calm, and quiet. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if your father was the same as a baby. Because he is this way as a man now, with a calm, centering presence.
I’m rambling about things I don’t know much about, so I hope you’ll forgive me. But all of this is just to say that I’m in awe of the way you are in the world, my son. You are calm, confident, and happy. You often seem as though you are quite at peace with your surroundings. Almost like you’ve been here before.
You love it when anyone talks to you. You smile and coo. You still prefer to sleep during the day in my arms, but you’re getting better about napping laying down.
I can’t believe I have less than two weeks left at home with you. Although I’m excited to return to work, my heart breaks a bit at the thought of not spending my days with you. I will always treasure these precious months we’ve had together. You’ve made becoming a mom for the second time such a lovely, peaceful experience.
I love you so, my darling.
Happy three months!
You are so loved, my dear August, always,
p.s. Alabama was having a rough game on Saturday, so we dressed you and your sister in your Roll Tide finest. It seemed to help. They won. 🙂
p.p.s. Your sister really loves you (even though this looks like an attempted head-butt).