Four years ago today, I was looking at my third and final child and marveling at the fact that she had turned a week old.
I was trying desperately to remember every detail of every single day. I was failing miserably, and finding myself mourning the loss of every day, knowing she was my last.
I was learning to juggle three children, perfecting breastfeeding, and changing my shirt four times a day so as not to smell like baby puke.
I was watching her grow before my eyes, knowing all too well that before long, she’d be a “big girl” and there wasnt a thing I could do about it.
I was thanking almighty God that I had the ability to stay home with my children so as not to miss a minute of the newborn experience.
I felt confident as a mother…no more bumbling through, trying to figure out that Mama thing. I had it down to a science, and felt pretty good about that.
And now, I sit here, exactly four years after I celebrated her first week in this world. This is the part where I’m supposed to say I can’t believe its been four years. That time has flown…that she grew up overnight.
But I wont.
Because I can believe it. I was here. I was a part of it all. I tried to savor every moment and experience every day so that I didn’t have to wonder where the time went.
Time hasn’t flown. We’ve lived every day, many were hard, and sometimes if felt as if time wasn’t passing at all. Unfortunately, there’s no pause button on the most amazing times, so I hold them close to my heart.
I *can* believe she’s four. She’s as “four” as they come. Sassy, smart, and self-confident. I’m so proud of my wee one, and know that she will do amazing things in her life.
I’m just happy to be a part of the process.
Happy Birthday, Dear Piper…Your Mama loves you. Every single day.