Fable met River with me when she was days old, but for Bo and Revi meeting a newborn baby was completely new. Their minds were blown.
Mel Trading Post on Sunday where we passed River back and forth and tried on dresses - her for nursing access, me for... non-nursing... access and it reminded me of the time, not so long/a lifetime ago when Dani and I did the same thing with the twins.
They are legit pangs, too. It probably sounds appalling to most of you but I could spend the rest of my life pushing babies into the world and be perfectly stoked. If money and time and resources were no object? I'd be knocked up right now true story.
We're done, though, don't worry, but still. Still.
The twins are about to start preschool and Archer is as tall as my chin. And all of that is very overwhelming. I cried the other day watching Enough Said (which I did not particularly love) thinking of what it will be like when the kids go off to college. I am an insane person clearly.
"You used to be small like this, too," I explained to the twins when they pointed out how "teeny tiny da baby ees."
"You used to be even smaller than this," Archer corrected.
"Mom. No it doesn't."
(Yes it does.)
New life is such a refresher course on why we're here in the first place. Babies are like unicorns that way. They are magical hope machines. I could not take my eyes off of River on Sunday. I could not take my eyes off of Dani and the ease in which she held/nursed/communicated with her newborn daughter.
Welcome to the world, River June. We are all so thrilled you are here.
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