The day Cecily turned one week old (Saturday, 27 October) was really hard for me. Levi worked that day, and I had gotten really nostalgic for the week that had passed. I spent the day looking through photos of our girl, starting to write her birth story (something I never thought I'd do), cuddling my baby, and weeping. I was just so sad that time was already passing SO quickly.
By the time Levi got home from work, I was a mess. Levi decided that we needed to do something to celebrate Cecily's one week birthday, so the three of us walked down to the cupcake bakery near our house to get her a cupcake... which I ate for her. ;)
The bakery was empty, which was awesome because we're really not supposed to have her around people yet (don't worry - we're really careful and cautious when we go out), and the sweetest family stood outside the glass doors and watched as we took photos of Cecily with her cupcake. They were oohing and aahing outside over how cute and tiny she was. It made me feel like a million bucks. The teenage daughter took the last photo. They weren't even getting cupcakes; they just wanted to see the teeny baby. :)
After our cupcake, we walked around a bit more, picked up some dinner, and walked home.
It sounds cheesy, but it made me feel so much better. Getting out of the house and celebrating the milestone was a heck of lot better than staying inside and feeling heartbroken that my little, teeny-tiny girl was already growing up.
