Today my baby is 9 months old.
As many have observed, that’s as long outside as she spent inside. The math is a little off, but the fact is, C or the idea of C has been with us for 18 months.
We expected our lives to change. I don’t think it did in the way we thought it would.
She makes me happy in ways I cannot describe.
She made me change my routines, something no-one and nothing had ever been able to do before.
She makes me not care about things I used to think important.
She makes me care about things I used to think trivial.
She has made me change all my priorities.
She makes me want to be the person I want her to think I am.
She has made us be a family. It’s nice.