Moments

I was looking through some photos of the boys as babies last night, and got a little weepy and nostalgic.  As hard as those baby days were, and as happy as I am that we are through that stage in our lives, somehow makes me feel so sad that they are over.  It's another one of those crazy things about life: when you're in it, you sometimes wonder if and how you'll survive. And then when you make it through, a piece of you wishes it wasn't over (kind of like college, come to think of it!).

Journaling reads:  My heart feels heavy when I look at this photo, aching for the soft, sweet baby-ness. People say to cherish these baby days, even though they are some of the most difficult days of your life. But I don’t think I cherished them enough. I tried to hold onto the moments: the softness of baby hair against my cheek, the snuggly warmth of a tiny body against my chest, the sweet warm breath against my neck, but they still slipped by me. Do I recall the very last time a baby fell asleep in my arms? The very last time I nursed? The very last diaper I ever changed? No, I don’t. And that reality makes me hurt, the deep kind of hurt that seizes my chest and makes me weep. I’ll never get these days back, these sweet, soft baby days.

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