Today Puchku ends his newborn stage and is officially an infant, at 3 months. Even though I don't miss the first couple of months, I can't help but feel a little sad that one phase is already over and it's all going by so fast.
He's becoming cuter with each passing day and I keep wondering his cuteness will plateau-- I can't possibly find him cuter every single day, can I? And will I just keep falling more and more in love with him everyday? I think I know the answer to that one :)
The best gift I have given myself (unbeknownst to me) is the gift of penning my thoughts and perspectives. I have a box full of "diaries," that are filled up with the thoughts, feelings, and dreams of myself in various phases of life, going as far back as the age of eight! If there was one word I would use to describe myself, I would say that I am a storyteller. The greatest story you can tell is that of your life - make it a good one.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
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