Four months. Time
really has flown – can it really be so long since I first saw Sophie’s face and
first held her in my arms? And yet, it
seems as though she has always been here, that I have always known and loved
her. Four months. That not-so-tiny baby, scrunched up and
sleeping against my breast is now cooing and smiling and rolling over. Grabbing at toys with her little hands and
staring intently at them. Giving her
sister big grins (and then grabbing her hair!).
Getting bigger every day, growing fast, too fast. Can we slow down time please?
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