Someone asked me how old Daniel is now. And I literally paused before I told them. Sure looked like a bad mother who forgot, but the truth is I was shocked myself; he’s turning 4 in July. FOUR?!! It has been FOUR years?!! I still remember me writing out my 3-part birth story on this blog. And I still remember having to go through confinement in such happiness (if you’ve followed my blog, you’d know this is a lie).
Ah, my sweet son, I wish sometimes time could stand still just when I’m cuddling you.