The newborn stage is officially over. Some say it ends after the first month. Some say eight weeks. But moms know, we hold onto that word for as long as our hearts will allow. And for me, today at three months old, I finally let it go. It’s such a strange in-between. Not quite newborn. Not quite baby. You’re still so small, yet somehow already becoming yourself. You don’t sleep through the night, but you sleep just long enough. You smile. You coo. You look for me, and you know I’m yours. I feel like I know everything about you, and nothing at all, all at the same time. Three months ago, you weren’t part of our world. And now I can’t remember how life ever existed without you in it. So maybe you’re not a newborn anymore. But my God, you became everything else.