Today, Granola, you turned two months old. Sometimes I feel like I am swimming against the current, trying to reach the unreachable goal of slowing down time. I want to smell your sweet, milky breath and your soft, baby scent forever.
I dream an impossible dream of being able to hold your squishy self on my chest and feel your gentle steady breathing for eternity.
You started smiling this month and my heart burst with an uncontainable love every time you show your toothless grins. I have been on a mission to capture it to no avail.
Your chunky rolls are “coming in”, and I cannot wait to kiss them more and more. I am in love with your flat little nose bridge and your eyebrows.
As you become more aware of the world around you, we fall more and more for you.
You have completed my motherly love in an unimaginable way. I love you, you sweet little thing.