Wow.
I know it’s clichéd to mourn the passing of time with a young baby…
I know I’m still struggling to come to terms with the upheaval (understatement of an aeon) that the Monster has brought with her…
I know I’ll never experience this part of her life again.
That brings me great great great relief…
And not a little bit of regret.
Hopefully her place in our lives, my head in her heart and our new position in the world will make more sense over the next six months.
And then December will come and go and I’ll blink and she’ll be an adult and I’ll wonder what I was doing all the time.
I promise I’ll try to worry less and cuddle more in future, Tils.
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