Tonight has been a great night! Baby asleep… House clean…. Husband working late… Catching up on all my shows that are in too late for me. And by “too late” I mean 9pm. #thestruggleisreal
All of a sudden I came across a picture of my daughter Carolina from July roughly 6 weeks old and I just started crying; and I don’t mean the pretty cry, but down right ugly cry. It all hit me like a ton of bricks that:
1. She’ll never be that little again. I wish I could keep her little forever!!!!!
2. I almost don’t remember that day. This might make me the most sad because it’s only been 5 months since July and I already feel like I’m forgetting some things. What will it be like when she is 1, 10, 20?
3. How much I love her. The word love doesn’t even have the same meaning after her.
4. How lucky I am to spend everyday with her. I read a sad story today about a 3 year old who passed away and it broke my heart. Even though I don’t know that family, and they don’t know me, I cried for those parents. I can’t imagine what they feel. The scary thing I can’t help but think is their story could happen to anyone at anytime. Therefore I don’t take one minute for granted with my family and I love that I get to spend my days with my daughter.
My heart was just bursting with emotion. I don’t know if motherhood had been good for me or not because I’m so emotional all the time. Something still very new to me.
I love this little girl and can’t believe the changes in only a few months.