Sammy Dow, how precious you are. You are the first one of my babies that haven't brought me anxiety. I feel more akin to a grandma with an aching heart, longing for the days to hold my newborn again. Each day drifts into another and you grow away from your newborn self. Sorry to be so mellow dramatic kid. I know there will be a place for this again in Heaven.
"Yeah, baby Kin" (Quinn, her cousin) She says as she gingerly rubs the balloon. How tender. Then she wants to swing with her baby. So, she lays on the swing belly side down because baby makes a great cushion.