As my maternity leave comes to an end I find myself focusing in on moments with my littlest love, Rae. I have come to realize this time around that, while I like to believe that I remember all the moments from my first little love (Grace,) unfortunately as time goes on sometimes the memory fades. Like the squeaking sound of her first coos (we called her “squeaks,”) how her arms bent like a little T-Rex when we dressed her, or how she loved when we made howling and owl sounds.
I wish I could record every moment, so that I can replay it over and over in a few years. This littlest love of mine. She smiles with her eyes. When she snuggles she fits perfectly right under the crook of my chin and can sleep there for hours. Her feet dance when she’s excited. Her innocent and loving gaze when she’s nursing that says she needs me as much as I need her.
Time slips by much too quickly, I blinked and my little babies grew up. If I could, I would hold them in my arms all day and all night forever. I want to hold onto these amazing little creatures forever and never let go. I want to love on them a little longer.