Yesterday was a day of tears. Happy and Sad. What a mix.
Early in the morning Patrice and I went to Caitlyn’s school to read to her class and hear Caitlyn read to them as well.
She did AMAZING!!! She read Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You?
I was so proud. It took all I had to hold back my tears until I got to the car. I then called daddy and cried to him about how proud I was.
Later in the day, I was putting away laundry (I know, enough to reduce anyone to tears). Patrice’s drawers were full to overflowing, so I started sorting. And taking out the onesies. Now that she is potty trained, they are kind of a moot point, huh?And later in the day, I cried. I had removed one of the last vestiges of babyhood from her room. My last baby, well, isn’t a baby. And my heart cracked. Into pieces. I cried as I waited to pick my older girls up from school. I cried as I rocked Patrice to sleep. I cry now, as I type, and she grabs at me and says uppy! (and now I type one handed and wonder how this paragraph got in italics and how to get it out)
I love my girls. And I love them as they grow, but I really love the baby years…and now they are gone…
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