My dear sweet Abigail,

You’re FOUR MONTHS OLD TODAY. Excuse me while I pick my jaw up off the floor.

To celebrate being such a big girl, you decided to show us your new skills – babbling, blowing raspberries and spitting all over your daddy. He couldn’t be more proud of you.

You’re just getting so stinkin’ big. We tried to be away from you for a week while in Mexico and we simply couldn’t stand it. We missed you so much. Never again will we leave you for that long. Or…until we forget how much it sucked being away from you.

Pretty soon you’re going to start teething. And sitting up on your own. And then driving your own car. And then calling me to tell me you met some awesome dude and you’re going to get married and I’ll be all “But what kind of music does he listen to” and then…

Whatever. Point being, you can slow down with the growing up. It’s already going too fast.

Love you much,
Momma & Daddy.