Let the days slow down and the minutes pass slowly, for these precious moments are the ones I will treasure always.
From the moment those fresh little lungs filled that anxious hospital room, longing to be loved, my life has been on a perpetual journey. A journey so delightfully beautiful, and a blessing beyond my wildest dream. But admittedly, it has been a bit scarier than I imagined it would be.
I am a worrier by nature. I don't want to be, but that's just how it happened.
On a mission to give my sweet E the best start, I hardly seem to find time to think about much else. It is counting wet diapers and fishing bugs out of her mouth. It's worrying if that's lead paint chipping in her closet, if she's reaching developmental milestones on time, and if I'm feeding her well-balanced meals. It's trying to remember that all kids develop at their own rate, and with her being in the put-everything-in-her-mouth stage, reminding myself daily that a lot of other children have probably swallowed worse.
Thank goodness for level-headed husbands.
As time passes quickly, I'm trying to learn to step back and worry less. I'm learning to treasure every step of this journey, for these sweet moments make up our lives.
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