Your son and mine are about a half a year apart, and this letter you wrote to your babe made me cry big tears (at work, no less!). I feel every second of every moment slipping through my body and the body of my son, even while we're in the middle of those very moments. Thanks for sharing the words into which you put snapshots of this beautiful, wild motherhood journey of yours. xo
It's so hard, isn't it? This passing of time feels like a freight train. I don't know how to slow it down. I appreciate you reading, love. What a dream it is to be mother to our beautiful boys.
Your words on motherhood make we want to cry. I’m already feeling that sensation of “how did you get so big so fast” and my son is only 3 months old. I know I’ll be feeling that way for the rest of my life.
Thank you for reading, love. I hear you. I remember 3 months like it was yesterday. I paid attention. I didn't blink. And yet, here we are—two years old and I still feel like I missed so much.
Thank you, love. It was hard to write. Nothing I put down felt important enough so I just told him the truth about myself, about our life, about us. I hope it's enough.
Your son and mine are about a half a year apart, and this letter you wrote to your babe made me cry big tears (at work, no less!). I feel every second of every moment slipping through my body and the body of my son, even while we're in the middle of those very moments. Thanks for sharing the words into which you put snapshots of this beautiful, wild motherhood journey of yours. xo
It's so hard, isn't it? This passing of time feels like a freight train. I don't know how to slow it down. I appreciate you reading, love. What a dream it is to be mother to our beautiful boys.
Your words on motherhood make we want to cry. I’m already feeling that sensation of “how did you get so big so fast” and my son is only 3 months old. I know I’ll be feeling that way for the rest of my life.
Thank you for reading, love. I hear you. I remember 3 months like it was yesterday. I paid attention. I didn't blink. And yet, here we are—two years old and I still feel like I missed so much.
I love this writing and the pictures. Happy Birthday such an amazing baby
Thank you, love. It was hard to write. Nothing I put down felt important enough so I just told him the truth about myself, about our life, about us. I hope it's enough.