It's been six weeks since I first held my girl. Five weeks since I last held my girl.
How can time seem so slow but go so fast?
I feel like each day drags on, that every week is longer than the last.
Then I stop and realise it's basically halfway through March, and that means it's been 5 weeks since I last saw my precious Ariella.
Time is moving on and I can't stop it. How can we be 1/4 of the way through the year already? It doesn't make sense to me, because I don't know how to live without my daughter. And yet I've been doing it for six weeks already.