the sweetbitter tender ache of celebrating the time that has passed, all the while fully aware that you’re trading borrowed memories for borrowed moments. i don’t get to keep the sleepy newborn or the wobbly toddler—each milestone comes and goes quietly into the night, hidden behind the rush and chaos of daily routine. until i sit in the quiet and realize i never got to say goodbye to the tiny newborn scrunch or the funny way you pronounced a word before you got it right. it makes appreciating the tiny moments all the more special. celebrating all that you are today and all that you will be, our fairy girl 🧚🏽