Today, I packed away all of Sofía Bean’s newborn clothes, and all her other clothes that no longer fit her. It made me sad. I could remember putting specific outfits on her as I put them away in a box. I love how big she is now, and how she plays and laughs, how much of her personality is growing right in my own little home.
But I miss these days. In a sense, I almost can’t remember them. They are just a blur of happiness. Sleepless nights, everything out of order, no schedule, but if I close my eyes really tightly, I can remember just how it felt to nap with a little peanut whose head was just the size of my hand.
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