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.
Time rushes by, having no concern for whether or not I am up to date with Harlow's baby book (I am not).