My daughter is just turned three months, having taken nearly 5 years to conceive her and by god I am trying to savor every single second while also tamping down the voice that says I’ve not savored enough (as it distracts from said savoring).
Time is already flying so quickly, I love seeing her grow and develop but it feels like holding water in your hands.
My oldest was born exactly 11 months after my husband and I married. I truly did not honor that time we had with just us and I didn't want to feel that way about the early years of motherhood, which are often absolutely earth-shattering. I always remind myself that right now, we're in the Good Old Days and we won't get it back.
My daughter is just turned three months, having taken nearly 5 years to conceive her and by god I am trying to savor every single second while also tamping down the voice that says I’ve not savored enough (as it distracts from said savoring).
Time is already flying so quickly, I love seeing her grow and develop but it feels like holding water in your hands.
My oldest was born exactly 11 months after my husband and I married. I truly did not honor that time we had with just us and I didn't want to feel that way about the early years of motherhood, which are often absolutely earth-shattering. I always remind myself that right now, we're in the Good Old Days and we won't get it back.