ninety six

 

20 April. Another day another little cherub. Quinn was born a year ago. How the year has flown. He was tiny, new, sweet and dependent. In a year, he has become Quinn, a gentle, calm, fiercely independent, cutely walking, very still yet open little chap. It is incredible to contemplate the growth in Quinn in only one year. I am grateful for that moment today with little Quinn in my arms when I was reminded how long a year really is. When I was reminded how focusing on moments like these, slows everything down. Right down.