I almost missed March...

The incessantly cold and rainy weather must have kept me from my post. However, if one took a look at my little planner they would see it covered in blue ink. Each day seemed to be filled to the maximum with tasks, meetings, activities, parties, and holidays. It's a wonder I had time to breathe.

Lauren turned 4 on March 24th. The night of her actual birthday, as I tucked her into bed, wondering where the time had gone she said:

"Mommy, tell me about the day I was born." I settled in next to her and laid my head on the pillow, remembering back four years ago to the night before she was born. "You were two days late," I said, and began the story.

She listened intently until the end, when I described holding her tiny little body for the first time, all cozy and wrapped in a hospital blanket. She said to me, "I am going to have a baby one day too." And she kissed me goodnight and hugged her Sprinkles to her chest.

I hope I am around to see that event.

Having her has made me realize how quickly a moment passes, how little time it takes to say "I love you" but how that feeling lasts a lifetime, and how I think I may want to do this whole thing again someday.