5

     Fiona turns 5 weeks old tomorrow.  I cannot believe that.  There is something about 5 weeks in my mind.  It seems like a milestone compared to 4 weeks, she is more than 1 month old, however not at the multiple months mark.  5 weeks.  One more week and she is at the age a lot of babies are off to day care and mommies go back to work.  Three more weeks and she already goes back for another check up.  5 weeks.  She has been home with us for 5 weeks.  I have had a tripod family for 5 weeks.  5 weeks!  

                

     Maybe it has to do something with the number 5 in general.  It is an intimidating number in my opinion.  Always has been.  It has strong lines and an arrogant curve.  Odd numbers have always been a little unnerving to me in general and yet my favorite numbers are 3 and 13.  (My life is full of beautiful ironies.)  I favor the number 3 because it seems soft.  Thinking about it now, it is most likely because it is full of curves, and seems to be the best choice 100% of the time when coerced into choosing a number between 1 and 10.  And I will always favor 13 because some rebellious habits die hard.    However, besides 3 and 13, I will always, always, prefer things to be in line with even numbers.  I am sure that there are lots of psychological reasons for this, and if there are, keep your thoughts and knows about it to yourself please.  I would like to remain ignorant on the subject and go back to the fact that my LittleBabyFiona is 5 weeks old – tomorrow.

5 weeks.  That is amazing. 

     I never knew how much life could be lived in just 5 weeks.  Seeing Fiona grow from 5 pounds, down to 4, to more than 6.  Watching her smile grow, watching her build her neck strength, watching her eyes turn bluer, hearing her voice grow louder, seeing more and more of my husband’s features in her is astounding.  Seeing more and more of myself in her than I have never seen in anyone else is amazing.  In these last 5 weeks, Jason and I went from husband and wife to husband, wife, mommy, daddy, and daughter.  We went from 2 to 3.  We've attended family holidays as a family all in our own right.  We took our own family pictures at JC Pennys.  We've sat at home, blissfully content to do nothing but watch this human we created grow and grow for 5 weeks.  Family ties and relationships are already made closer and tighter in just 5 weeks.   At 5 weeks Fiona has already had her time away from Mommy and Daddy and stayed with Grammy and Papa.  My daughter is already an independent champion at 5 weeks.  I have been a mommy loving her baby girl for 5 weeks.  5 weeks.

Life has shown itself to be so much bigger these last 5 weeks. 

My daughter is 5 weeks old. 

5 weeks

5. 

What a great number.

Cheers!