It's just hitting me lately that before I know it... she won't be my "baby" anymore. Yes she might still sleep in a crib--- even though she climbs in and out as she pleases-- (we're just too lazy to make the change until the "big girl room" is ready.) But she turns three next week, she likes red onions and avocado on her sandwiches, and slowly but surely, she's learning to share.
My baby's growing up.
We got home from our date tonight, and I went to check on the girls in their beds. I wished I could crawl in Mila's crib, nuzzle my nose in her neck, and kiss her cheeks. I settled for a photo instead.
For about six more weeks... she's my baby. It's almost enough to make me stop willing those weeks to move in fast motion. Tonight I want to freeze it all. A family of four has been sooooo sweet.
(The room was completely dark accept for some hall-way light... I'm so grateful for this camera I can crank to 6400 iso to remember these sweet sleepy moments...)
2 comments:
i can't believe you took those pictures in the dark. amazing.
i remember feeling exactly like that with kate. it made me sad.
I love those moments and have felt the same way to about just wanting to freeze those moments in time. They grow so quickly.
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