We are in the midst of a newborn haze. I have to really think about what day of the week it is or why it is that I went into another room (which I always seem to remember when I am pinned under a sleeping baby).
These days will not last forever and as much as I’d love some uninterrupted sleep I have to make the most of Piglet whilst she is so little.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth – Khalil Gibran
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