Hey little babe. It’s your mama. Before I wish you a happy 8th month, I want to get mushy. The other day I picked you up at daycare and every kid was crying except you. I looked at you, not in a “look at my kid being calm” type of way, but “damn, how must her empathy be working” way. It looked like you were overcome with peace and confusion at the same time. Like, “hey guys, chill – your mommies and daddies will be here soon too,” and it melted me into a puddle of mush. I picked you up, you hugged me, and then looked back at them with a helpless stare. I couldn’t believe it. Anyway, I hope papa and I are doing our best at trying to grow that love in you. I hope your empathy, compassion, joy, and curiosity continue to build castles in your mind. We’re SO proud of you already, but we can’t wait for your next move. We love you, tiny moon unicorn. Happy 8!