Every day it’s something new. Her pajamas don’t fit. The infant bathtub is too small. Her body practically stretches the entire length of the bassinet. Every day, reminders all around of what is slipping through my fingers like sand, never to return again.
I’m surprised at how quickly I feel the ache.
I’m desperate to capture it all in as many words and photos as I possibly can. I don’t trust my own mind to remember this—the weight of someone so tiny, so fragile, the weight of love overwhelmingly heavy at the same time.
My sweet friend Kelli took these photos of us a couple months ago. I will cherish them forever and ever.