It's incredible how much Libby has grown so far. Though the changes seem small - grabbing objects to put in her mouth, beginning to hold her torso up by herself, being able to pay attention to moving objects - they represent significant leaps forward in her progression as a baby.
Occasionally when I look at Libby I catch a glimpse of the little girl who's beginning to form inside and I have two conflicting emotions. My first reaction is one of anticipation: I cannot wait for her to toddle around eating Cheerios. But my second reaction is deeper and profoundly moves me: "Libby the infant" is transient, and I must be mindful to appreciate the now because this period in her life (like all things) is fleeting.