Memories come up when you least expect them. Sometimes it is nice to just hang on to them.
Today had a few of those moments.
My Caitlyn is 10 and growing like a weed. She only has about an inch to go before she is my height. She is perfect and beautiful, I just can’t believe how tall she is. When she was 9 months old one doctor diagnosed her with failure to thrive. I’d say we have that issue licked 😉 Today she found a jacket shirt she liked at the store and decided to use some money she had saved from her birthday to buy it. The size she chose? a women’s medium. Now, it is big on her, as daddy pointed out when I was lamenting her growing up too quickly, but still, she is comfortable in a women’s medium. I am in a women’s medium–it’s not loose on me, but it fits.
I remember like it was yesterday, holding a friend’s new baby and whispering to the baby, “my hubby and I are hoping to have a baby like you some day.” A little over a week later we found out Caitlyn was coming.
Another friend brought home a new baby this weekend. Chatting with her got me thinking about that first night home with Caitlyn. She had slept so well in the hospital. Nobody warned me they don’t sleep the first night home. I remember being blurry-eyed from sleep, not knowing what to do for my new bundle. Finally I decided to sing her a song I have been singing my whole like. I knew the words, but could not come up with the tune to save my life…so I made one up!Survive til you Thrive!