I just got a little sick to my stomach. I'm up late making Elliott's birthday invitation in photoshop (I started the project on a whim and just couldn't stop) and then I realized that my friend's baby girl turns one in exactly 2 weeks. WOW. Seems like she was just born yesterday. Then... it hit me... Elliott is just 5 weeks younger than Karis.
two... plus five.... equals seven.
"There's no way he'll be ONE in only seven weeks." I think.
"My math has GOT to be wrong." I tell myself.
I look at a calendar.
NOPE. I was right. Seven weeks. Seven.short.minuscule.weeks. Only 51 days until my baby's life is measured, not in months, but in years.
Is anyone else's throat starting to close up at this point?!?!
I know it's ironic that I realized this while making his birthday invitation... but I was looking at it from more of a 'craft project' than an actual invite that I'll be using soon!
Now I know why children never stop being their parents' babies... In my mind Elliott will be my baby FOREVER!
On a happier note, only 51 days until I reach my (seemingly never-ending) goal of breastfeeding until one year! Wooohooooo!
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