three

The final days of Olivia’s first summer are coming to a close in just a few short weeks.  She has grown so much in just a short amount of time and it brought tears to my eyes to look at her newborn pictures that were just taken yesterday.

{Four months ago, but it feels like yesterday}

We have grown from this…

To this…

To this…

To this…

And I watch my little girl as she takes her nap each day and wonder how big she’ll be the next time I look in on her.

I want to freeze her here…all smiles and laughs…happy as can be when she sees me for the first time every morning…kicking furiously because she wants to be held…kneading her fingers on my arm as she nurses…

Of course I can’t freeze time so she will continue to grow stronger, longer, and more beautiful.  Soon, she’ll be mobile and either running to me or away from me.  Her babbles will morph into words.  Her thoughts will become more coherent.  Her identity will slowly shape and mold itself with each exploration and discovery.

And I’ll look back on this summer, her first summer, and wish we could go back to that time when a snuggled nap was the only chore.