Time: my enemy 


Does it all really fly by so quickly? 

Wasn’t it only yesterday that I awkwardly placed him into a soft crib for the first time and watched anxiously for each breath to be drawn? 

My heart was already wrapped so tightly into that seven pound bundle that it stretched and tore with each inch gained; and I was amazed how joy and pain could become so intertwined. 

Time then became my enemy, but today as I watched my husband carry the same crib, now tattered and worn, out of the house I knew that I am fighting a war I won’t win.


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