Yesterday evening it finally dawned at me.
Noah is no longer a newborn. I’ve known this for a while but I don’t think i’ve truly thought about it.
I am always looking forward to what the next month will bring. And yes, I do reminiscing about the previous months.
But yesterday, it was like it finally hit me.
My baby is not a newborn.
He’s an infant who is slowly prepping to become a toddler in a few months. He doesn’t fit in my arms the way he did on that first day.
I think it’s rather bittersweet.
He’s becoming his own littler person and it does make my heart ache because he’s growing up but you know, it’s okay.
I think. No, I know I’ll be okay.
Because even though he’s not a newborn anymore. He is still my baby.
And that just means we will have to start creating even more memories.