When my kids were born, especially my first, I did that thing where you cannot. stop. staring. at them, thinking, How is it possible that I just created this tiny human out of thin air?! Immediately followed by: Are all of you seeing this?! I need everyone to bear witness IMMEDIATELY. (Why, yes, I was very chill. Why do you ask?)
From day one, I couldn’t stop snapping pics: that milk-drunk smile, a close-up of those genetically blessed lashes, a nap in the tightest swaddle I could muster. While I didn’t post every single one of my 50-something dailies, I kept up a steady pace that let everyone see
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