Reliving the Past

When Baby K was an infant and we had an event to attend, whether it was a family gathering or birthday party or anything with a crowd, she would get passed from person to person. The result was that she could not sleep that night from anxiety I can only assume. She would have to cuddle with me in my bed, under my covers, and I would talk in a very low voice to her until she fell asleep. Sometimes, when we would go to my MIL's house on Sunday afternoons, she would not get her nap. She was always very peculiar about going to sleep somewhere out of the ordinary. So when we got home, I would sit in the desk chair with my feet propped up and rock my sweet angel. She would go to sleep running her chubby little fingers through the back of my hair. Or she would stroke my face with the same little precious fingers until she went to sleep.

Baby K and I spent the day together Saturday. We went to Montgomery and picked out her birthday party supplies. She decided on Minnie Mouse. We had the best time. She was so funny and entertaining. She had everyone in the party store laughing as she walked through the store, talking on my cell phone to her brother and sister. One particularly hilarious event was when she stomped her foot, clad in her cheer-weeter skirt, and told her sister, "You don't talk to me like that." She had everyone cracking up.

This morning she woke up especially fussy and ill. Nothing made her happy. I turned on the radio by the computer and sat in the desk chair, with my little blonde bombshell in my lap, once again wearing the cheerleader outfit, carrying her Tinkerbell purse filled with pandas and a toothbrush. She sat facing outward, quiet and still, listening to the music. I was reminded of the times when we would sit in the chair and I would rock her to sleep. Eventually she turned facing me, and said in the sweetest voice imaginable, "I want to go to sleep on you." She leaned forward, placing her sweet face against my chest, and fell asleep. I had my feet propped on the desk, like I used to do. The only thing missing was her fingers in my hair. It was such a special moment getting to relive that experience, for what was the first time in almost two years, and may be the last time. See, my baby girl turns three next month. I cannot believe that the time has passed like it has. She has grown up so much over the last few months. She talks so completely clear and makes wonderful sense. In fact, she had a french fry today that looked like a rainbow to her. I love that she looks at things with a different approach. So while these special moments of babydom are dwindling, I will always have the memories and always have the future to make even more beautiful memories.