memories
I write these to remember. To remember her twirling around the living room with her face upturned, eyes closed, and a blissed-out secret smile on her lips. To remember her confidently responding "ya!" to everything from "do you want a snack?" to "did you poop?" To remember her snuggling in as close as she possibly can to me – as if she's trying to get back into the womb. To remember her squealing with delight when daddy walks in the door after work. To remember the sound of pitter-patter feet in the morning as she leaves our bedroom to pick out a book for us to read. To remember the light and love in her face when I walk into her room after naptime. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. This age is so much fun! Sure, it comes with its challenges too – did your 14-month-old suddenly start shrieking like a possessed demon when put in her crib for nap or bedtime? Jaysus, it's impressive how loud her tantrums can get around bedtime. Lu...