Intentions

Like every new mom I am in constant awe of every smile and coo. Even a poopy diaper brings a sense of shared accomplishment. The first 8 weeks of Sailor's life have flown by and that has me wishing I could slow down the clock, freeze where we are at this very moment, and keep my little love a baby forever. Despite my panic over the inevitable, I can't wait to see what she wows me with tomorrow; what color her eyes will eventually become; what her voice will sound like; if she'll be a swimmer like her daddy. I know I can't keep her where she is, keep her heavenly baby smell, or her fuzzy newborn hair, but I can lock away some memories. This blog will be a journal of my love story. I'll come back and visit old posts with tearful eyes, missing the baby she was, and at the same time adoring who she has become.

10 hours old