It's Your 7 Month Birthday

Hey Will- today you're 7 months old. I can't even begin to tell you how unbelievable this is to me. I'm not even sure where the time has gone and how you managed to get so big without me realizing it.
In many ways, you are still my little baby. Sure, you sit on your own and 'talk' (in the cutest gibberish known to man) incessantly. You have obvious likes (food) and dislikes (sleeping on your belly) but you still seem to really need your mommy and, for that, I'm thankful.
You know, you're likely my last baby and I don't mind holding on to some of your baby characteristics for just a bit longer. Your brother grew up ridiculously fast and was determined to never be a baby. I'm happy to have a baby who is really a baby!
So, Tank (yup, you're a big kid!), as you enjoy your Mum-mum and Gerber stars, oat cereal and squash, and your brother's Handy Manny tool set on your seven month birthday, please know how much you mean to me. How I can not imagine my life without you in it. How your doe-eyes, with the insanely long eyelashes, staring up at me every morning, still make my heart jump. How that muppet face you make when you've fallen asleep while drinking your bottle makes every middle of the night wakeup (almost) worth it. Every time your brother asks, "Mom, I like Will, can we keep him?" I am so happy that you'll grow up with Z as your big brother, because I know he's going to take really good care of you and you'll be best friends.
You've lit up our lives in a way I could never imagine. People told me I'd find a way to love and adore my second child but now I realize what they meant. You, Will, are a treasure to me and I am so glad to be your mom.