I'll never forget the day I held my baby for the first time. January 9, 2008 taught me that hard work (12 hours of labor; 2 hours of pushing) and fear (emergency c-section) can still bring about something sweet.
Today that precious baby turns five years old, and I'm beginning to forget.
I'm forgetting what it was like to hold and rock him until he fell asleep in my arms.
I'm forgetting what it was like to hold a little hand as he takes unsteady steps.
I'm forgetting what it was like to listen to a little voice ask for a "cheese shanka" or his "on-ge na-na".
I'm forgetting so many things.
I don't want to forget.
Babies grow up in the blink of an eye. I've got to stop blinking.
But if I stop blinking, I won't be able to see what is right in front of me.
|Quinn turned 5 on Pajama Day|
Mommy loves you Quinn. I am so proud to be Your Girl!!