Today, Liam turns 9 months old. Last night, I sat chatting with Angela about his birth and NICU time–it was still so fresh and hard to talk about. I am so thankful that my sweet Liam made it through that rough time and so glad for his sweet addition to our family. He is just a lovely baby. The way his whole face brightens up when he sees me, the way he kicks his legs when he’s excited, the way he stares into my eyes when he’s taking a bottle. I love it all.

At 9 months, Liam can sit up by himself, eat yummy solid foods, and melt your heart. Oh, and drool. A lot.

So busy.

Well, hello, little man!

Yes, you! (Notice the aforementioned drool.)

So happy.

We love you, sweet Liam!