They say that the older you get, the faster time moves.
Erin “just” turned 3 months old. Then I blinked, and blinked again, and now she is
four five months old.
Somewhere, with the turning of the leaves, my bean has grown. She is a totally different baby – still tiny, but strong. Loud. Opinionated. Charming. Starting to sit up (on her own), trying to crawl (but only going backwards). Her personality is bursting forth in dazzling fashion. She loves no one more than her big brother. She does not hold still; her hands are always reaching out to touch, feel, discover (or, grab and chew, as evidenced below). Her feet are always kicking, twitching, swinging upward to her open mouth (as evidenced above).
The only thing, sweet girl, that makes the rapid passage of time bearable, is knowing that each day will bring new and wonderful adventures in discovery; knowing that if I love you this much today, I’ll only love you this much more tomorrow.
PS, for administrative purposes: Happy 5th anniversary, Jim. I love you, as I do Seth and Erin, so much more today than I did yesterday, and eons more than the day we said “I do.” Thank you for partnering with me, daily, in this crazy, wonderful life of ours.