This trip was just two months ago, but looking at this picture of Lu feels like I’m looking at a different child. Babygirl started crawling this week, and I honestly don’t know if that’s late or early or right on time—I try (TRY) not to think too much about it. Lu has always done things on her own schedule—she sat unassisted long before rolling over; she picks up finger foods but has always refused to eat from a spoon. Time with an infant moves at a strange pace. These developmental milestones come much slower than I expected, because these things are already second nature to us. I forget this human started from scratch, and has to learn how to move and think and BE. Time becomes marked by these moments you are waiting to hit, and it’s easy to feel stressed, believing there’s some standard of progress you need to achieve, compared to other kids or even to some abstract timeline according to the internet. But Luna is Luna and she will do as she will do. And we’ll be there watching and waiting, enthralled at how she learns, enamored with the person she’s becoming.