On Her Way
April 13, 2015
Somewhere, sometime, before I realized it happened, she stopped being a drowsy newborn.
No more blob.
No more squishy marshmallow.
No longer content to sleep on my chest, night and day.
She’s a baby.
She’s alert.
Awake.
Watching.
Kicking.
Moving.
Constantly.
She’s a little person.
And she’s on her way.
