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  • Yesterday I was walking in the park with my dog Scout and my daughter Alexandra. Alex is 6 months old now, and has changed dramatically in the last couple of months, weeks and days. It's an incredible thing to witness - how much her brain develops, how quickly she learns new things. She's a very attentive and focused baby, and really seems to study everything she comes in contact with (and of course tries to stick everything in her mouth). Over the last week, she has learned to crawl and started saying "Mom". A typical week in the development of an infant! It's a real thrill that every couple of weeks she holds a surprise in store for us.

    As we walk in the park in her Baby Bjorn, she's found a new habit. From time to time, she'll throw her head back and just stare up at me. This is one of those times, although the camera is being held up high so it's not the perfect perspective. When I look down at her as she's staring at me, I feel an incredible mix of emotion. One of them is pure pride at seeing my daughter thrive. Another is an intense amount of love. Along with these, I feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility - that I have to shepherd her through these first years, trying to make few mistakes and helping her to realize her potential (and have fun along the way). This experience has taught me so much about myself, and given me an amazing appreciation for my own parents and what they have done for me.

    I also know that at some point, I have to let her go into the world on her own, and that idea terrifies me.

    Luckily, that's later. Or as Homer Simpson said:

    Homer: "But that's later, right?"
    Car Salesman: "Yessir"
    Homer: "mmmmmmm... later".
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