This is my new baby, who is somehow now 12 weeks + 1 day old. Meaning that she is no longer a newborn; she is instead an infant, gaining velocity and knowledge every moment.
I have now shepherded three children from that magical existence in the womb through those delicate first weeks and into babyhood. And as much as I have tried to savor it, like pregnancy, the sharp memory of it quickly fades – no matter how you try to hang on.
And yet. That sadness, that melancholy, it is displaced every day by the smile. By getting to know this new person, which I could never do if she stayed a newborn. And so: I am thankful.
