Baby baby

As I was organizing and packing for my latest move, I went through my photo box. I went through all the pictures of Helena when she was first born and reminisced about having a little tiny baby. Then I came to the pictures of me in labor and any thoughts of having another have gone out the window. Still my heart sinks a little when I think about Helena’s fourth birthday coming up in a couple of weeks. It seems like it was just yesterday that she was crying all night and keeping me awake. Oh yeah, it was yesterday. Well, she has grown into a sweet little girl who I love and adore but I do miss her as a little baby. The little baby that needed me for everything and never said, “Get away!” or “I do it!” The little baby that weighed 10 lbs instead of 40. The little baby that smelled like soft sweet rose petals instead of a mixture sweat, dirt, and candy. Okay, she didn’t always smell like roses but reminiscing is never accurate.

Happy Birthday Helena. You will always ALWAYS be my baby!