Are there ever moments when you know you're making a memory? Maybe I'm just overly sentimental (or maybe it's the post-pregancy hormones), but there have been many moments in the last few months that I've noted this. Like when Haley and I rock in her rocking chair before bedtime. Every night she says, "I just wanna rock for a minute." She snuggles into me and that is our special time when it's just the two of us. Or when we have family dance parties…all of us (except Gabe; he's in his bouncy seat) spin around to One Direction's hit song "What Makes You Beautiful," each holding one of Haley's stuffed animals in our hands. Oh yeah, and we've recently added "Made in America," by Cimorell to the mix. This morning I was holding Gabe in my arms as he slept peacefully. He seems bigger, now. "A memory in the making," I thought. I tried to take it all in…what he felt like, smelled like, the sounds outside, everything…as he rested against me. They're so little for such a short time. Whether it's hormones or just sentiment, I'm glad at least some memories, I can catch and hold on to for just a moment.
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