Now that Evie is three months old, I find myself reminiscing about her short, sweet life on this earth so far. I also think of how our lives have changed. We are a family. As I was looking through some old photos from the hospital when Evie was born, I came across this video of us getting ready to take her home. In the video, I'm ever so carefully dressing her in pajamas. She is screaming. But her cries - they are so sweet and tiny and heartbreaking! Nothing like the loud, yelling type cries she has now. (Hey, her lungs are working really well.) It makes me tear up thinking how quickly time is passing. I suppose I should get used to it - it doesn't seem like it's going to slow down.
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