Soft baby skin against mine,
A giggle and a smile.
Whisper-shouting in my mind:
“Remember! Remember! Remember!”
So many moments like this forgotten.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years,
Remembered only in hazy, unspecific pictures.
Remembered like a sunset I must have seen because the sun sets every day.
Is it enough to know it happened?
To know it must have happened,
Rather than remembering like a picture?
They grow so fast
One day they are baby soft and two-teethed
And the next they are tall and slender and mostly grown.
I will keep shouting, “Remember! Remember!”
And hope that it works now and then.
We didn’t actually get a dog..the baby has just taken up acting like one.
By some miracle, we have never dealt with croup in our family. Until last night, when Mike and I were watching something together and I was sure I could hear a dog barking just outside our house. But no, Sam was crying. And barking. Hey, he already drools like crazy and chews on things that he shouldn’t..the barking seems like a logical next step.
Thankfully croup usually sounds worse than it is and his doesn’t seem to be severe. It was a rough night nonetheless.
My sister-in-law did give me a laugh this morning when she suggested I deal with this like Anne of Green Gables did. So then Diana and I can be BFFs again. Nice.;)