Halfway gone

Emersyn's feet officially touch the floor in her exersaucer as of today.

I am just noticing this as I eat my breakfast sleepily on the couch.
She's jumping around like crazy, staring out the window and babbling contently;
hardly even noticing that I am still here watching her.

Something so simple has my stomach in knots.
My gaze is locked on her. Suddenly, she looks all too old for my liking. 
My baby isn't a baby to me anymore. 
She's nearly 6 months old- halfway between baby & toddler.
And that brings a tear to my eye.

The memories of sitting on this very couch with her cuddled quietly in my arms flood back to me.
The days of nursing her here for what seemed like hours on end.
The times she would sleep on my chest as I watched a daytime TV show.
The hours of walking her around this living room "shhhh"-ing her little cries.
Before long, these days will be behind us. 
And a jabbering, chubby legged toddler will be running around this room,
dumping out toys, spilling Cheerios in the carpet, and 
sticky handprints will cover the furniture.

So today, I'm going to sip my coffee a little slower. 
Listen to that annoying children's song blare from her toys a little longer.
Stay in my pajamas a few more hours & forget the errands, the cleaning, the laundry.
And enjoy one more day with my baby girl.