It's the two-year anniversary of the blog. When I started writing this blog Patrick was about Madeline's age, which seems impossible. The pictures of him two years ago look like another child. As a friend recently put it, they are growing up heartbreakingly fast.
We've preserved a lot of memories in this space, but I am astonished by all of the other ones that have slipped away. I'm consistently stumped by the questions in Madeline's baby book: when did she fist coo? when did she recognize you for the first time? When was the last time I fed her baby food in a jar? I wondered as I cleaned out the kitchen cabinets the other day. One thing you forget to put in a blog are some of the wonderful little moments you have every day: the thrill/dread of hearing little feet pounding down the hallway at 6 am; the simple joy of an unexpected hug; the momentary confusion of finding six dinosaurs in your bathtub when you pull back the shower curtain; the feeling of accomplishment when everyone is fed, clean, and sleepy in their pjs; the heavy stillness of a baby as they fall asleep in your arms.
Patrick and Madeline remind us that every day is special, new, and exciting. Thanks for the memories, kids, are here's to many, many more.
beautifully and perfectly said, as always!
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