It's hard to believe that Asher has been here for almost two weeks. In so many ways the days have been a blur, my time marked by feedings and diaper changes and stolen naps. My favorite moments are those when Josh and I just watch him, marveling in every facial expression, every gaze, every perfect little body part.
Already Asher is growing and changing, and I find it exciting and heartbreaking all at once. Just 13 days after his birth, his arms and legs have a few more rolls, and his tummy is a little rounder. We're getting to know each other better; he's teaching me how he needs to be mothered, and I'm doing my best to catch on and keep up.
We're taking in every moment of his smallness--every newborn gaze, every milky smile, every cradled sleep.
Because 13 days from now, he'll be different from how he is today, and I don't want to miss anything.