I took this photo on slow exposure by accident on Bizou's birthday, but it seemed somehow symbolic as, on that day, it occurred to me how quickly her babyhood is going already. People tell us all the time "blink and it's gone" and I know that is true. I can already feel it and I am trying to savor every moment, even those that are difficult, and remember, as my Mom always said "this too shall pass" and someday it will all be a blur. We have been home one month today. Already, she is done with formula. Her size 6 mo. clothes are being packed or given away, as are some "baby" toys. Some days I look at this creature and wonder who she is and where she came from, in the best of ways, and others I feel like she was born in my heart and soul ages ago. I daydream about her past and look forward to our future together, but my ultimate goal is to live in the present and witness each precious moment as she unfolds into the person she was born to be.
This blog started as an online journal of our trip to Hanoi, Vietnam to pick up our daughter Beatrice (Hanh Minh), and now chronicles our journey through life together as a family of three....
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Childhood
I took this photo on slow exposure by accident on Bizou's birthday, but it seemed somehow symbolic as, on that day, it occurred to me how quickly her babyhood is going already. People tell us all the time "blink and it's gone" and I know that is true. I can already feel it and I am trying to savor every moment, even those that are difficult, and remember, as my Mom always said "this too shall pass" and someday it will all be a blur. We have been home one month today. Already, she is done with formula. Her size 6 mo. clothes are being packed or given away, as are some "baby" toys. Some days I look at this creature and wonder who she is and where she came from, in the best of ways, and others I feel like she was born in my heart and soul ages ago. I daydream about her past and look forward to our future together, but my ultimate goal is to live in the present and witness each precious moment as she unfolds into the person she was born to be.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment