Sweet child of mine. Remember when you used to sleep from 11 pm until 5-5:30 in the morning? Oh how I loved those nights. I miss them. So much. Instead, you now greet me at one, three, and again at six. Like you’re brand new or something. (I still love you.) But actually, you’ve been here for twelve weeks. Already. Which is hard to believe, but also it’s hard to remember when you weren’t part of our family. Part of my heart.