It won't be long and I will be meeting a new little squishy bundle of cuteness. I am so excited to meet my new niece (#5!), breathe in that delicious baby scent, and behold the awesomeness of so much love in one tiny new person. However, I am reminded of how each time a new baby arrives, the current baby seems more of a toddler and less of an infant. My own little squishy will no longer seem like a baby. I know the moment I lay eyes on this precious new arrival, my baby will change. I will notice that Norah's velvety soft cheeks no longer carry that porclein glow of a newborn, but rather that sweet potato stain of a toddler. Her fragile fingers that once curled around my pinkie, I will notice now spend more time pulling at my hair. Her big eyes that used to stare in wonder at my face, now dart from object to object trying to take in as much of this wonderful world as they can.
Norah is coming into the stage that I love most. She crawls, babbles, and smiles with ease. She has the capacity to learn more in one day than an adult can learn in one month. However, with all the joy of this new stage, my little peanut is less and less of a baby. Thank God for nieces and (?) nephews (?) to remind me of the miracle of babies, and thank God that although I can't hold on to my babies forever, they are growing up happy and healthy. Can't wait to meet my new niece soon and snuggle that squishy little beauty.
"I shall call him her 'Squishy,' and he she shall be mine. " Dory - Finding Nemo
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