I’ve been pretty sentimental lately. Memories of the girls as babies and toddlers have been sneaking into my thoughts. I remember how they used to want to be with me every second of every day. I remember how THEY would grab MY hand in the parking lot. I remember how they’d climb into our bed every single morning and the four of us would snuggle under the blankets. I remember how Grace would carry around her three babies everywhere she went. I remember how Claire would ask me to pretend to be birds with her in her blanket nest.
Some days, these memories will catch me off guard and I’ll find myself smiling as I replay the moments. Other times, the memory is too intense, too missed and I’ll start blinking the tears away, yearning for my babies, one on each hip.
So, when the opportunity arose to go trick-or-treating at the zoo (without little man), we took it. And I’m so grateful we did. Even though they didn’t hold my hand or ask me to pick them up (thankfully because they’re like 9 feet tall), I was so grateful to log another memory with me and my girls.
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