Sunday, May 25, 2008

The second time around

I worry less and sing more. I take fewer pictures but give more kisses. I am sillier. I don't count the milestones, and I break all the rules. I start using clothes when they are a size too big and keep using them until they are a size too small. And, I treasure the little things, like a tiny hand gripping my shirt while she nurses, because I know how fast it all disappears.

1 comment:

Wendy said...

Amazing how different it can be, different and wonderful.