The Baby We Know. A Poem

Parenthood can be loving each phase more than the last but wishing they wouldn’t pass so quickly.

It can be longing a stage to end while knowing you’ll miss it the second it’s over.

It's saying hundreds of hellos and goodbyes to new traits as this tiny person grows, and I don’t know about you but I’ve never been great at goodbyes 🥺

Words by Roxy RB @blunderlust_blog

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