3 months

Dear Campbell,

In true Bell fashion this letter to you is late. You turned 3 months old on Monday. Three months of our lives have been filled with your snorting, wiggling, crying, smiling, and pooping. Three months of our lives have only given us a fluttering notion of how you will change us.

You are the most precious gift God has given us. You have taught us so much about love and given us a glimpse of how God must love His children. Never would I have imagined the feelings I get when looking at you. It's like my heart is about to jump through my chest.

You've gotten too big for Daddy to toss you in the air. I swore I would never let myself forget how tiny you started, but it's already starting to fade. I just do my best to remember how it felt to have you fall asleep on me since you are no longer content snuggling.

You love to see the world and are always checking out your surroundings. You love looking at the fan above our bed, watching Dinosaur Train (much to Daddy's pleasure) on PBS, following the dogs while they play, and staring at pictures in books as we read to you. You love when Daddy reads you Cat in the Hat or when Mommy talks about the pictures in Eric Carle's Animals.

More often than not you are happy. You have the best, gummy smile and laugh at all our silly songs and voices.

I miss the days of cuddling, but love the baby you are becoming!

Love you, baby Campbell!