I hope I never forget the way Addie talks all day in her little four month old way – with a long string of “ah-goos” and raspberries. I hope I never forget the way she lights up when anyone she loves is near, smiles a big, toothless smile and squeals with delight. I hope I never forget how she looks on her big brother with a longing to be right in the middle of whatever he is doing.
I hope I never forget how Virgil says, “Good night, sweet dreams, I wuva you,” every night when I close his door for bedtime. I hope I never forget how he asks me for “one more butterfly kiss” every night when I tuck him in. I hope I never forget the way he says his bedtime prayers, always with a sweet, “I wuva you, Jesus. Amen!” I know He heard that!
These are such precious times with our babies and even though we are right smack dab in the middle of them, I still find myself nostalgic for them. I hope I never forget the precious little moments of our life, for these are the pearls of a beautiful, blessed life.