random thoughts

I have the cutest picture of Chapel that I took with my archaic phone camera. It's grainy and blurry but you can see my little girl is dwarfed by the boppy I have her posed in. At 8-hours-old she is all scrunched in a ball, wrinkly, and very tiny.

I look at her now, at 8-months-old, and already, I can't remember her being that tiny. Then, a pang in my chest ... I can't fathom Chapel ever being that tiny, but what kills me; I never, ever considered that Story wouldn't get big.