|our sweet baby S, 22 days old.|
The only pictures we have from that day are cell phone shots, and all four of us look pretty shell-shocked. I remember Andrew driving us back from baby S's receiving home, me wedged between the girls' carseats with one hand on a very confused J who obviously thought we had kidnapped somebody else's baby and the other stroking my new child's soft infant face as she slept. I was full of big and indescribable thoughts. I wasn't sure how we were going to do it, two babies and everything else in the big life we had planned.
Now, one year later, we do have a busy crazy life. My girls shriek and sing together and make each other laugh and cry both multiple times every day. I'm really tired sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. But life is incredibly good. There are adventures around every corner and many friends to share them with.
|you've come a long way, baby.|