Wow, four months. And really, while this is Priska’s four month post (because I committed to a post every two months…and missed my second-ever deadline) she’ll actually be five months old tomorrow. I’m sitting here thinking about the last five months and am in awe of time, its ability to creep and crawl and then, out of nowhere, just fly by like nothin’. A friend and fellow mother recently said, “It’s so true what they say…’The days pass so slowly but the months and years pass so quickly’.”
I say, “You said a mouth-full there, sister.”
I felt like I was pregnant with Priska for a few years, forgetting what it was like to have a waistline, missing a good glass of wine, yearning for a full night’s sleep sans potty breaks. And the months since her birth? They’re passing entirely too quickly. I find myself looking at her, dreaming of future milestones and thinking, We’ll never get there (quickly followed by the, But please God let us get theres). First steps, first birthday, riding a bike, school. The thing is, I’ve had thoughts like this from the moment she was born and, well, those milestones? They keep getting passed. And time? It just keeps on a-tickin’.
So here is our little miss in all her sweet, cooing, smiley, four month old baby glory! First holidays, rolling over, border hopping, swimming—she’s been a busy little bee. Enjoy!