Half a Year
Never in my life have I celebrated a half year before this week. Growing up as the years went by, there were only a few birthdays that were really significant.
10 was special because it meant I was an an age with double digits.
13 meant I was a teenager.
16 meant I could drive.
18 meant I could purchase alcohol in Quebec (except I didn’t because I’ve never been much of a drinker although I did go to Killarneys a few times).
19 meant I was technically considered an adult in Ontario.
After those years went by, birthdays have become just another day. Until now. Now we have a new little person in our life that we get to celebrate birthdays with and we recently celebrated her half birthday.
I never understood what the big deal was about a half birthday until having a child. The change that is made in 6 months is more significant than my list above. In 6 months our daughter has changed so much.
She went from barely opening her eyes to rarely wanting to close them.
She went from laying stationary to rolling over, sitting up to standing.
She went from cooing to squealing.
She went from furrowed brows to heartfelt laughs.
With an infant, 6 months can mean a lot of change. It can mean the difference between sitting and standing, standing and walking, walking and talking, so on and so forth.
It is worth celebrating because these past 6 months have been the best 6 months of my life.
Happy Half Birthday Lux!