If I’ve heard the phrase you forget how tiny they were once, I’ve heard it a thousand times. But, you really do forget.
That teeny tiny stage seems to be over in a flash and you’re left looking at photos and wondering when they got so big.
Some of my favourite photographs are snapshots of our sleeping babies with my husband. They all look so small in his arms and it takes me back to those first few weeks when you worry you might break them.
Well, with your first anyway. I worried less about that with the other two :)
The top photo is my 8yo when he was about six weeks old, the next is the 5yo at about four weeks and the last is the wee girl, also about four weeks.
Most days I do not miss the new-born stage. It was exhausting and in all honesty a bit of a blur. I have fonder memories of the first smiles and first giggles. Of the rolling over and sitting up and smearing food all over their faces.
But, when I look at photos like these, I remember the good bits.
How amazing it was to hold such a precious, tiny bundle.
How wonderful it felt when they looked up at you and then fell asleep, so completely comfortable in your arms.
How beautiful tiny toes and tiny fingers are, and how tightly they would hold on.
How special it felt when they smiled at you.
How you could never have imagined how much you would love them.