Saturday, 29 June 2013: Eighty-Eight Days Old.
Ayla’s grown so much in the last few days that my fear of missing a moment has crept back and is now strangling my heart.
As exciting as it is to watch her new developments, Ayla’s changes are happening so quickly it’s like seeing a flower bloom on time lapse.
I feel that if I literally blink, I’ll miss something.
She is still so small and helpless, innocent, vulnerable and peaceful, but I know I only have days, weeks or maybe months before she’s not my tiny baby daughter any more.