Time...

It's a funny thing, time. Sometimes it's so slow that you feel as though each day lasts a week. Other times the day is over in the blink of an eye. For instance, the last three weeks of pregnancy took an eternity to pass by. The first three weeks of Emilia's life, however, sped by at lightening speed.

My precious baby girl is 6 weeks tomorrow. 6 weeks! She is no longer a newborn according to everything I have ever been told. Her feet are firmly planted in the infant stage. She is such a good girl. The sweetest baby ever. She loves to shop. I'm being serious. Any time we are out and about she is do wonderfully behaved. She loves to be in the beco. Loves it. Snuggled up all warm and cozy, how could she not? She has three, no four, favorite people. Julian, Gabriel, Owen and her cousin Carter.

We remain fully and utterly in love with this little girl. Completely smitten. We no longer remember life before her, and she has slipped in and fit in better than we could have ever imagined.