I was flipping through my iPhoto albums marveling at how inadequate the tired old phrase, “time flies” really is. I feel like I took these photos just minutes ago.
My oldest, Mr. Serious himself, on the night he learned to walk. If I could go back in time, I’d take more photos, and break out the camcorder every day. His extensive baby sign language was so adorable and I wish I had it all recorded. I can’t say I’d love on him more, because he was my only one and got more of my attention than any of the others.
My second, decidedly fun-loving and only serious if you can get him one-on-one, on one of the many days he covered himself with my mascara. I’d go right back and wrap that make-up covered boy in the biggest hug if I could. Hugs are getting harder to come by from this dear boy.
My daughter who I was so certain was going to be a red head, sitting next to me in the crib she never slept in. I was working at a little desk in her room. She is sweet and lovable and sometimes a bit crazy, just like her mama. If I could blink back in time I’d squish her soft baby legs and bury my face in her soft neck.
My baby boy, looking about as chubby as he ever did, wearing (of course) a hand-me-down from his brothers on a spring day that was finally starting to feel warm. He’ll be 4 in January and I know I’ll weep when he blows out his candles, because 4 is most decidedly no longer a baby, but I’m afraid he’ll always be mine.
Oh, I want to squish them ALL. They’re so dear, every one.