I can not believe Clara is five months old.
She eats a lot, she hasn’t had any solid food, yet. (although the time is coming) She’s a pretty good sleeper (at night) and she’s unbelievably smiley.
She loves to be held and walked around in someone’s arms and doesn’t really enjoy riding in the car. She thinks her three older siblings are pretty funny but no one is nearly as funny as her Mama.
She is constantly grabbing things and putting things into her mouth. She talks and coos and screams, too.
Every afternoon, she and I lie together and sleep. It feels like heaven. I often think about I should be teaching her how to sleep in her crib during the day, or how I should be drinking coffee to get through the afternoon sleepiness, I’m always worried about work and laundry and a million other things, but for just a few moments each day, I breathe her in and hold her tight and I do my best to remember that soon this won’t be possible. That there is nothing more important.
So, I lie there and I don’t let go.
But I let go of everything else.