Quincy Grace turned 8 weeks old yesterday. This week she started to smile and giggle. I was lucky enough to catch the fleeting moment on film. My, how time flies.I couldn't help but think of the words from a song I heard in "Mamma Mia." It talks about time slipping through the fingers of a mother's hands. How true it is. Sure, the day in and day out of motherhood may seem a little mundane, even monotonous at times, but it goes by so quickly.
Taylor is seven, Loryn is four, and Fisher will be two in February. When did it all happen? It's at times like these when I kick myself for not being a more faithful journal-writer. I'm already starting to forget. Thank goodness for blogs.
