They say the days are long, but the years are short.
How true this is.
I often think one of my biggest failings in motherhood is that I rarely take the time to pause and reflect. Months pass without me even stopping to consider what has changed. Or appreciate what has remained.
It’s been 40 months since she crashed into our world and made us parents.
She is my enthusiastic, contemplative, sensitive-hearted baby girl.
I love the way her eyes dance wildly when she looks at me. As if each moment we spend together were a riotous thrill. She has grown and changed so much over the last three years, but that gaze has remained constant. I love how it reminds me of the baby she was.