Day 175

At the exact moment I begin to write this, Gianna has felt the Earth's air for 252,281 minutes...4,204 hours and 41 minutes...175 days...25 weeks.

She's about five and a half months old now and I wish I'd started this blog sooner so that I may have kept track of all the little moments I've loved up until now. I wish I'd done many things sooner--making paint handprints of Billy's, mine, and Gia's when she was a newborn (even making a new one of hers each month); getting better photos depicting how small she was back then; taking more pictures and videos of us together rather than Gia alone...mostly superficial things that shouldn't matter because it's the live memories that are supposed to be the most meaningful, but still. Memories tend to reshape themselves and even fade with time, no matter the significance. As long as I have my sight and hearing, though, I can look back on the memories I’ve copied and smile, remembering them until the end of time.

I think to myself that I’ll do all these things with my next child, but…not so far deep down…I don’t want to because I want to have had them of my first child the most. I assume it’s because she’s the most special at this moment, since she’s the only one. If I have another baby, I imagine my mindset would be completely different! And who knows what exactly it would be.

Anyway…I decided to start this blog for exactly the reasons above…I wish to remember these moments with little Gianna Anabella for as long as possible. And, maybe one day, she can read these entries and have a good laugh! Denying it is pointless; we all love stories about ourselves from any age!

So, Gianna, here’s to you, my little moo <3

Four weeks.