I don't want to forget

I'm beyond exhausted. I can barely think straight. And my memory is bound to be the first thing to go. Today we had our first blow out diaper. I seriously doubt that this will excite me going forward as much as it did today but it feels like everything that happens is a "mommy moment". We went on our first walk tonight. We spent 45 minutes exploring our new neighborhood with a baby in a stroller and a dog on a leash. It was serious work not breaking down into tears right then and there. He's one week old today. And the memory of that wretched birthing business is already fading away. I am more in love than I ever thought possible. I love to hold and cuddle and smell him. I don't want to ever forget this. It's positively magical.