There is so much to say. My daughter is getting so big. She is 9.5 months and there is no way of stopping her. I hate it. I mean, I love that she is healthy and that Mr. Mancub and I are not ruining her. But still. I watch her and I find myself getting so sad because I can’t get those precious moments back. The time she first smiled. Or how she used to fit in the crook of my arm and sleep for hours. I know that there are so many more memories to make, but I am still sad. Where has the time gone?