So my first daughter was born 11/29/18 & I've come to love every part of being a mom including the poopy diapers at 3 am.

However, I do get very emotional when I think about how much she's grown and will only continue to grow. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely enjoy seeing her learn new things and finally getting big enough to fit bows, I get so sad that she was so tiny and fit her newborn clothes and now she doesn't. 😭

I know that sounds silly but I literally cry thinking and looking back on old photos of her. 😭