Time, where does it go?

Time. It's something that seems to drag on forever when we're going through a difficult or unpleasant experience, but in times of joy and happiness, it whizzes past in the blink of an eye. Once it's gone, you can never get it back. Sometimes it seems like more of a dirty four-letter word when it passes by so quickly. It's hard to believe that Addison is three weeks old today! It amazes me how fast she is changing already. She has gained just over a pound already since coming home from the hospital. Her newborn clothes actually fit her now. Each day that passes is almost bittersweet. I'm excited to see what the future has in store for my baby girl, but at the same time, my heart gets a little heavy over the thought of her growing up. Maybe it's the hormones, or possibly my lack of sleep, but I find it a little depressing.

Since the day she was born, she's had tons of camera time. You'd think that with all those pics, I would've posted more on my blog, right? A few nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought "Oh no! I didn't take one single picture of Addison today!" How I managed to let that happen is beyond me. So, in the middle of the night, I'm rummaging through the house searching for the camera (half-asleep) so I can snap a picture of her before the clock strikes midnight and I go down in history's record book as "the mother who doesn't take enough pictures of her child." Needless to say, I got the picture. Ohh....if only she could stay this little forever....