A mother counts things.
The ounces they’ve drank. The inches they’ve grown. Wet diapers. Smelly diapers. How many diapers you have left until you have to buy more diapers. The breaths they take. The minutes until you see them again at the end of the day. The seconds between cries in the night. The hours they’ve been sleeping. The hours they’ve been awake. The hours they’ve been here.
We’re at 4,536. And counting.
That’s 189 days. 27 weeks. 6 months, give or take, of Charlie. One half of one year that my boy’s been bouncing around in the world.The ounces they’ve drank. The inches they’ve grown. Wet diapers. Smelly diapers. How many diapers you have left until you have to buy more diapers. The breaths they take. The minutes until you see them again at the end of the day. The seconds between cries in the night. The hours they’ve been sleeping. The hours they’ve been awake. The hours they’ve been here.
We’re at 4,536. And counting.
And I can’t believe what an exciting life he has had already. Or that there was ever a life without him. I can’t believe how much there is to count. I can't believe how much we’ve come to count on one another.
Theresa ,This is Beautiful! Look at that Face! Kiss Kiss My Charlie! Grammy Loves you!!!!!
ReplyDeletewhat a happy baby! Have a very merry UN-birthday Charlie!!!! Happy 6 months!
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ReplyDeleteHappy 1/2 birthday Charlie!!! What a handsome boy!
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