I've spent a lot of time with old memories this weekend. The girls and I were looking at my scrapbooks, so of course Miss Megan wanted to see hers. Sorry babes - I never finished your baby scrapook. Her disappointment motivated me to take out the (less than) half-started project and I amazed myself by seeing that I'd already put together the pages and gathered the photos - all I need to do is arrange the photos and add the journaling. So why am I delaying? Truth be told, it hurts me to admit that a lot of the specifics of her first year are quite fuzzy in my mind. Between learning how to manage a baby and a fiesty preschooler, plus balance new management responsibilities at work, I was overwhelmed. With Samantha, I noted her height and weight at every doctor's appointment, kept records of the date when she first smiled, sat up, and ate her first solids. I even kept a journal - now such a treasure to read - about the little things she did and the funny things she said. Not so with Megan.
What I cherish most about that first year with Megan is that we had the chance to co-sleep. She nursed well past her first birthday and became quite the expert at rolling over to nurse in the middle of the night. For me it was a joy to cuddle with her in the bed after being away from her at work all day. I loved the feel of her warm body lying next to mine, and enjoyed smelling her sweet baby smells and soft skin. That no-one can take away.
Tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of 9/11, an event which comes with its own memories. This morning in church, Brian Birdwell, one of the survivors of the Pentagon crash, came to talk about his experience and how God held him and his family through his recovery. He had gone to the bathroom and was away from his desk when the plane flew into the outer circle of the Pentagon. Had he been in his office, he would certainly have died. Instead, he survived but was burned over 60% of his body, with 40% of those burns being third-degree. It is an amazing story of faith, and ultimately, trust and healing. I'm going to buy his book Refined by Fire and encourge everyone to do the same.
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Loved picturing you and Megan cuddling. Kaya and I still do that at night. Now she knows okay we are going to bed, let me get close to Mommy. I always remember you telling me some story and then you said, "But Megan was my baby," and for some reason that statment and the way you said it resonates in my head. Strange huh? I guess I felt the Mommy vibe in it.
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