These last seven weeks have absolutely flown by. Admittedly at times I've found myself thinking, "I can't wait until...." some age or time when my baby girl is older, more independent, etc.
But then there are moments where I hold my breath for just a moment, hoping time will stop moving so quickly. Every single second she is growing and aging and changing and I'm afraid I'm going to forget her at every little stage.
Like on Monday, when we put on her fleece body suit for a quick jaunt over to the Church.... the last time I'd put her in it - a few weeks before - the legs and arms of the suit were mostly floppy because she was far from filling it out. But on Monday, her little baby fingers poked out of the end of the arm holes and her toes were inside the footie part. My heart broke a tiny bit! She's growing so fast and there's nothing I can do to stop it!
So, pardon me, but don't be surprised if you see me being a little clingy from time to time. Or holding her for the first 30 minutes of her nap so I can just smell her sweet little skin and pretend she isn't growing up too fast.