Baby girl, how can you possibly be five months (and a week, but who’s counting?) old already? I am not sure why, exactly, this month transition affected me so much. I can only guess, maybe, that with each one, I am becoming more aware of how quickly these days are passing and how much is...
Baby girl, we are having ourselves a week – one that started off with you turning four months this past Sunday. I just can’t believe it. One whole third of a year. I’ve been watching some of my momma friends see their babies turn a year old these last few months. Their sweet sweet babies...
My precious, precious Virginia. A year and one day ago (yes, I didn’t post yesterday because I just didn’t get to it… you keep me busy) my whole world shifted with the discovery of two pink lines on a plastic stick. It was early, early in the morning. I had spent the whole week convinced...
My sweet Virginia, I want so badly to get it right. I always have, and it has looked so very much the same in such different settings. The kid in class who thrives on the approval of her teacher. The daughter always hoping her parents are proud of her. The wife wondering if she could...
Sweet girl, in the early days, I didn’t really believe them. They all said it, and I nodded my head in agreement, of course, but couldn’t wrap my head around the feeling. For me, many of those days seemed years in length. We struggled and we rejoiced, we cried and we laughed and I, as...
