As I packed away those first little outfits that we dressed her in, the things she came home from the hospital in... a little part of me felt so sad. An unexpected pang to the heart. Because why be sad? Our little girl is healthy and thriving and perfect. And really, it's just clothes. Who cares, right? No biggie. But to put those tiny little things away knowing she is getting bigger each day, I want to slow it all down. I want to savor.
And I'm sure that all mom's feel this way, and I'm sure each new phase is welcomed with this happiness and sadness. Excitement for what is to come, and longing for time to pause.
But it has to be said...this phase she's in right now is pretty darn great. She is so alert and happy and engaged and when she sees me, she smiles. Her sturdy little head can support itself now, yet she fits perfectly in the crook of my arm resting on my shoulder.
I will rejoice in these precious moments.