…nothing. Let me explain.
After a mom with a toddler/kid/teen next to her asks me how old my baby is, she will without fail respond with: “I miss those days!” I’ve been thinking about this statement a lot lately.
You are 12 weeks old. I LOVED weeks 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and 11 but 12 is the best. When you were 11 weeks, 11 was the best. When you were 10 weeks, 10 was the best…and so on. You are growing everyday and i’m enjoying watching the process so much. The point I’m trying to make is that I couldn’t love you anymore than this moment. Each week I think that I couldn’t possibly love you anymore yet each week I find a little more room in my heart.