Seven.

Seven. Seven whole months since I first held him, fed him, rocked him, felt his sweet little hand grasp my finger.  Since I looked into his bright yet unfocused eyes and said, "Happy birthday, Baby."  Seven months of sweet baby scent, milky smiles, excited kicks, flapping arms, and quiet snuggles.  Seven months of sharing my world, my body, my moments with another tiny being.  He's had my heart from the very beginning, but each day I wake to find that, somehow, though I wouldn't have believed it possible, my love for him has grown from the day before.