Memories

During dinner tonight a song came on that made me think of rocking baby Baylor to sleep (our daughter who still despises bedtime because she is scared to miss out on something fun). I have a very vivid memory of swaddled Baylor being a few weeks old, this song blaring in our living room, and me rocking her back and forth (honestly, vigorously swaying is more like it) and me, the sobbing mother (tears of complete joy and utter exhaustion) thinking to myself, I never want to forget this moment. And so, when that song came on tonight, I was able to tell Baylor the whole story. Her response was calm and so simply spoken. "I have the best idea. When I grow up and have a baby, I will bring my baby to your house and you can hold him and pretend he is yours!" I'm writing her exact words so I can hold her to this promise someday! (Casey is elated to hear he is having a grandson!)

Later in the night, Larin was looking through old pictures on the girls' shutterfly site which categorizes their life in pictures by the month. I could tell waves of sadness were coming over which eventually turned into full blown tears. "I just miss these pictures so much!" she said. I knew exactly how she felt, but I wanted her to elaborate. "I'm just so happy!" she finally said.

Happy. Love our family. Love our memories. Love the little girls my babies have become.