end of an era

Today was a milestone in Clive’s short little life. 

It was the first day that Mommy couldn’t remember how many weeks old he was. It’s not anything personal. I lost count at this point with Remy, too. 

Those first few weeks are so easy to track; one, two, three, seven, thirteen, fourteen. Then we hit eighteen, nineteen. Then I forget. How many weeks? How many days? 

It’s not that it’s hard to keep count…I think it’s more that I forget that he hasn’t always been with us. 

It’s the end of an era–the era where you’re the new kid on the block. 

From here on out, you’re family. 

🙂

(21 weeks…I looked it up.)