Never have I been so achingly aware of the swift passage of time as I have as a mother. Instead of picturing it as sand steadily passing from one wide end of the hourglass to the next, I picture it as sand slipping through my hands, and I can't
stop it no matter how tightly I tense my fingers together.
It just keeps slipping through.
Each day my baby is less a baby. Each day more a toddler, and before I know it an actual kid.
Right now, I'm mourning the loss of a gummy smile, one I'll never see again.
Here are the new additions that wreaked havoc on our sleep for a few nights...
He's such a little man now!