4 months out-

V is four months old today. I really don't know where the time is going. He started rolling over the other day, just a couple of times but it's a start. He's definitely started grabbing more. He likes his Jumparoo- it's really good for him since he likes standing, and it's got the toys/music/lights to keep him playing. He continues to fight sleep during the day; some days it's not so bad, others it's very frustrating. He blows raspberries, squeals, and laughs a lot more. It's awesome watching him grow.

I'm really excited about this coming year. I've spent so many years in uncertainty that I'm really enjoying the moment and looking forward of things to come. I can't remember the last time I've felt this way.

I keep thinking about how awesome next Christmas will be. Last Christmas was the best one in years- before that one, we'd given up all hope of a biological child. I remember that Christmas, we'd filled our "Wish" ornament with our wishes, and then we told them to each other. Our wishes were the same- that we'd get enough money for adoption, and for a house. While neither of those wishes came true, I wouldn't trade what we have now for the world. Things aren't perfect- far from it- but they're wonderful.