Today I folded my last load of Sophie's clothes that had been washed separately, and in Dreft. It's the little milestones that break your heart the most.
Chris came in while I was folding the little onesies and dainty dresses and he said, "Wow - do you realize that this is the last load of baby laundry washed in Dreft that you'll ever fold?" Ummm, yeah. I am Mommy, so yes, I was well aware.
He walked out and I held one of her little hooded towels close to my nose. I just breathed in that sweet baby scent as deeply as I could, willing myself to memorize it, as if I could forget.
That first year of a child's life is so hard, so wonderful, and so quick to be over. Every day is spent saying goodbye to another vestige of babyhood.
Sophie can't wait to crawl into toddlerhood as fast and as loud as she can. It will be a riot, I'm sure, but I surely will miss the baby times.
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DArn if this doesn't make me cry.
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