We were recently given some 6 and 9 month outfits as gifts. I was folding them to put them away after washing and her current 3 month clothes were in the load, too. Looking at how big the new clothes looked made me feel all emotional, and then I started thinking about how much she has changed and grown already at only 7 weeks. And I lost it.
Then I was organizing some books and toys in her bedroom and saw the book If I Could Keep You Little. Cried again. And in between two books, a card that someone at work gave me in early May, wishing us well on our upcoming bundle of joy. Thinking about that time, a few weeks away from her birth and how excited we felt...oy. Even more crying!
Now I can't seem to get a grip on today. And just when I thought my PP hormones and tears were under control!
How will I ever send her to kindergarten?!