I’m in love with this picture of my daughters!

I have to admit I often miss my girls as babies, because there’s this feeling I get that they are gone. The people they were are not who they are now and they look and act so completely different that it’s as though the littles are gone and now these big people are here in their places. I really miss the little fat, sweaty and flushed faced kids that talked funny. I miss the way they smelled and the sound of their laughter. I miss the way they would sweat on me after they finished a bottle and fell asleep. The way my arm would burn because I didn’t want to move it out from under them.

I’ll tell you what, every now and then I see them in a look, or expression. I hear an echo of their laughter or I see a little wispy hair on their foreheads or the nape of their necks. When I see these things, I just stop and drink it in, only for a fleeting second do I remember they are still them. The little baby girls I carried inside me. Each one moving their own little way. Changing their diapers and listening to the endless chatter of dreams and promises they gave themselves.

Now they’re young women who’ve become so smart and wicked funny. They surprise me sometimes when they tell stories because they’ve become such real and genuine people. I’m impressed with their decisions and how they communicate with the people in their lives. They know they are loved, admired and belong somewhere.

They are the best part of me and not really me at all.