I realized today that just a blink ago my child was a couple hours old and I was holding her in my arms thanking God for every little bitty part of her - toes, hair, feet, eyes, brain, heart and the list goes on. Now I sit her watching my baby on the floor rolling over and attemping to crawl. I feel like the last 4 months have been a flash in time and if I didn't have the pictures to prove it I would swear it all was a dream.

The last 2 days I have stayed at home and spent some wonderful and unforgettable moments with Paisley.

I can't afford to have the next 4 months go as fast as the last. My sweet baby will be too big by then. I want her to stay little. I look into her eyes and have a "ceize the moment" moment...and I try to freeze her little face into my memory. I touch her skin thoughtfully as to not forget how soft it once was. I listen to her cries, laughs, and coos like it was the first time I've ever heard them. I think it is so depressing to think that I can never get this time back with her. I try to take advantage of every moment.

And to anyone who does not have children, you can't realize how your heart can physically hurt and ache because you love your kids so much. I will admit I'm crying right now at the thought of my sweet girl growing up.

I just have to enjoy every moment I have and look forward to every milestone to come.