Bittersweet

Today was bittersweet. I am so incredibly thankful that I have a beautiful son who is healthy and developmentally on-track. Growing = good, right? Yes. Of course. I know this. But I couldn't help but shed a few tears as I folded up and packed away the first box of clothes that he will never fit in again. He's only 4 weeks old and I already feel the time flying right out the window. He's already changed so much and I feel like no matter how hard I try to soak each day in, the time is passing a little too quickly for my comfort. Next time I turn around he will be headed out the door on the way to kindergarten.

But hey, on a positive note, at least then we'll be getting some sleep.

Eh, sleep is overrated. I think I'd rather keep my newborn.

*sigh*