Yesterday marked exactly 5 months of life for my daughter. Today marks 22 weeks.
I call these posts Little Weeks but what a misnomer that is. These weeks are anything but. They are huge with love and wonder and exhaustion and disbelief that she is here, that this sweet little girl is in the world and that she is really mine.
This morning we lay in bed together, side by side, silent, her tiny little fingers lacing and unlacing themselves through mine.
We could have stayed like this all day long.
Time rushes by, having no concern for whether or not I am up to date with Harlow's baby book (I am not).
Girl. You’ve been writing the perfect baby book for her since she was born, every “little week.” That’s why I write my blog.
Her cheeks. Her feet! Your words. Blessings all around.
Shut up! She’s five months old already? Bet it’s impossible to imagine life without your sweet little thang now. xxx
I love these posts. I’m one week behind you but our bubba is still growing in my tummy! I’m voting for you!!
Yep. I hope she gets a kick out of this some day. But still, I like to record all the measurements and whatnot. I dare not list them here as I prefer not to bore the tits of my readers….. 😉
I love her, Greta. I freakin’ love her. xx
I can not shut up because the truth can never be silenced. I know. I KNOW! It’s out of control.
And yep, she is so a part of this thing we have going on. Party of Five, baby!
Oh, Angela, how gorgeous! First baby? So very exciting.
And thank you so much for your comment. I sometimes wonder if people are like “Put your wallet away, Angie. We’re tired of seeing the baby photos!” It’s nice to know you enjoy them. xx