As she approaches 10 weeks tomorrow, I can't help but already feeling nostalgic and excited altogether for what the next weeks bring; bittersweetness in its most obvious face.
Little Miss Emilia Mae started teething a few days ago & I keep catching myself feeling afraid to blink into the day she no longer likes my kisses on her jumbo, squishy cheeks-- ten weeks, and I can tell you I've surely kissed that beautiful face more than one million times already.
I repeatedly ask myself "Why the heck is she in such a hurry to grow up?" It truly saddens me to know that soon, that gummy smile of hers will no longer be.
I wish I could hold time still, every second with her is magic. 💗✨