It’s amazing how quickly Oliver is growing. Time seems to be accelerating a bit each day. Feels like I can I look back over my shoulder and see the tiny, mash-faced version of him the day we brought him home from the hospital when he was nothing but drowsiness and wet diapers. But I look at him today and he’s already nearly 16 pounds and he’s laughing and playing with toys and he already cut two teeth this week. Soon he’ll be a toddler and this amazing time will have passed.
When Stacey was pregnant we were counting down the days until Oliver was due. We talked endlessly about the baby and how exciting it would be to have him out in the world and to finally interact with him. We wanted time to go by as quickly as possible. But now that he’s here, I desperately wish it would slow down.
These moments feel so precious and so fleeting.