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I held her.
I cuddled her.
I kissed her.
I rocked her.
I loved her.
These things haven't changed, but she sure has.
That sweet little, fragile baby from 7 months ago has already grown so much.
She doesn't just lay around, staring blankly anymore. She looks at me. She smiles at me. She kisses me back.
And, although I would love to be able to hold her again without her trying to squirm out of my arms, I am embracing her independence. She is beautiful and I love watching her grow.