Three Weeks

Ava turned three weeks old on Thursday. It's hard to believe in less than a week she will be a month old. I cannot remember life without her. Okay, that's a small lie. I remember what sleeping 8 hours was like, but I don't remember life without the smell of lavender and vanilla after a bath, tiny smiles, smelly diapers, 2am feedings, or the curling of a hand around my finger.

This past week, unfortunately, has been very trying. With a heavy heart, I'm sad to say that my mother-in-law passed away. Our daughter met her grandmother for the first time on Saturday and they spent a wonderful day together Sunday. And while she may never "know" her grandmother, we will make sure knows what a wonderful person she was. I'll try my best to carry on the traditions my husband's mom would at Christmas...ricotta cookies, monogrammed Christmas ornaments, etc.

The next few days ahead will be difficult, but we trust that the peanut has a special angel watching over her now. We find peace and strength in the fact that she is no longer suffering. If we've found one thing out over the past few days, it's that our daughter is very blessed to have a collection of family and friends who will make sure she never wants for anything and for that we couldn't ask for more.