Today was a milestone in Clive’s short little life.
It was the first day that Mommy couldn’t remember how many weeks old he was. It’s not anything personal. I lost count at this point with Remy, too.
Those first few weeks are so easy to track; one, two, three, seven, thirteen, fourteen. Then we hit eighteen, nineteen. Then I forget. How many weeks? How many days?
It’s not that it’s hard to keep count…I think it’s more that I forget that he hasn’t always been with us.
It’s the end of an era–the era where you’re the new kid on the block.
From here on out, you’re family.
(21 weeks…I looked it up.)