Tonight, while feeding Ashlyn her bedtime bottle under the warm glow of her nightlight, I prayed for God to let me remember the way her soft, pudgy fingers felt as they wrapped around mine. I asked him to let me remember the way her baby soft brown hair felt under my lips as I kissed the top of her head gently and the way her hair smelled as I breathed in deeply through my nose. I pleaded with him to allow me to remember the sweet noises she made as she drank her milk and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The older I get, the faster time passes and the more I want to slow it down and just enjoy the moment. These two beautiful girls of mine are growing up way to fast. I’m afraid of blinking too slowly and missing something. Reagan is almost halfway done with kindergarten and Ashlyn is already nine and a half months old. Sometimes I really wish I could hold onto both of them tight enough to keep them little just a while longer.
But I can’t and I know that. So instead I take in the moment, enjoy the sweet sound of their laughter and thank God for blessing me with two amazing little girls that fill my life with such joy and love.
Danielle Dayney 