It’s only been a month.
A month since I caught you in my hands and heard your first cry.
A month since our eyes first connected as you looked deep into my soul.
A month since I first held you close and smelled your sweet newborn head.
It’s only been a month.
A month of long sleepless nights.
A month of endless feedings.
A month of innumerable diaper changes.
It’s only been a month.
A month to get to know you.
A month to snuggle you close.
A month to watch your siblings fawn over you.
It’s only been a month.
A month of watching you grow and fill out your onesies a little more each day.
A month of watching your intense concentration as you discover the world around you.
A month of watching for your first smiles and listening for your first coos.
It’s only been a month—yet, it feels like you just got here. I have so much to learn about you and so much to discover with you. What color will your eyes end up—blue like your daddy’s and siblings’ or brown like mine? What will you love footed jammies like your sister or abhor them like your brother? What will make you giggle? What will send you running to my arms for comfort?
It’s only been a month—yet it feels like you have been here forever. You are a piece of our family puzzle we didn’t even know was missing. All those days of longing and dreaming of the moment I would hold you seem like ages ago. Now it is impossible to imagine life before you.
Yet, it was only a month.
All in only a month.
