Now, a lot of times I (secretly) mock other bloggers (ya know, in a nice way) about turning the passing of time into a major milestone in a child's life. I would list a few examples, but chances are you (or I), or some other person that you/I/we love/admire/respect is "guilty" and I am not trying to
Every second that passes is NOT big deal. After your baby was born, time had to go on, ya know?
3,4,5,6,7, or however many months flew by, because honestly, in the grand scheme of things, any time that you are measuring in months is (generally) a very short time. That is why it felt so...short.
But today, on the eve of Gemma's 9 month birthday, I am feeling down right sappy. I can't get over the fact that she has belonged to the world for as long as she belonged only to me. I have turned that phrase over and over in my mind, and I am still absorbing its truth.
I am glad time passes. Each second, each minute, each day, I become happier. I become more grounded. Each moment brings me one step closer to the great things I see for myself, just on the horizon.
Sharing is hard.
Especially when you are sharing your heart.