Three weeks. I seriously couldn't believe that Maya was three weeks old now. These last three weeks had passed in the blink of an eye. Seriously, it was like I just woke up today thinking she was only two or three days old but in reality she was three weeks old, twenty-one days. That was definitely fast.
I had been sleeping better too since Kyle was holding me tight against him. He would hold me before, but not constantly, and not as tight. Now though, it was like he was making sure I could feel it no matter how deep asleep that I was. He truly was a good guy. I should tell him that more often, like maybe twice a year or something like that.
