Today is the first day of Fable's fifth month and I don't want to talk about it. She's so perfect just as she is right now that I'm having a very hard time parting with so much as an hour, a moment... Hell! I don't even want today to end because tomorrow she will be a day older.
And so I cling to what's left of her infancy, holding on to her tiny hands for dear life.
Time moves far too quickly. Someone please invent a pause button.
musical credit: Cinnamon by The Long Winters