My darling baby girl:
You are now six months old.
Please, stop growing.
I can hardly believe it was only six months ago that you were born: A tiny, red, wrinkled bundle of pure joy, and complete innocence.
You’ve grown so much and have developed into the little human you are now, with her own cheeky personality and funny traits.
It makes me so proud to see how far you’ve come.
But please, stop growing.
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