I have the most beautiful memories with my dolls. I would play for hours.... an escape to a world I called my own. I remember being in the fourth grade and getting teased in my class by a friend for still loving my dolls. I remember the betrayal and hurt I felt. And the feeling knowing I wasn't done with my imagination and play yet I was going to leave it behind to "grow up" like the others my age.
Growing up was a constant battle in my heart.
I cried as a stood in the shower and shaved my legs for the first time. My heart ached as I packed up my dolls and closed a chapter. I never was ready to leave the sweetness of being small.
Maybe in a way that is why I love being a mom of little ones so dearly. To revisit it all again.
It's sweet. Watching Ainsleigh & Apple and their relationship form and grow. Aiden & Ainsleigh have always been close. He still calls her baby. He adores her and would do anything to protect her, I have seen it time and time again. Then Apple came and he had double the love. The protective older brother. He loves his girls.
The neat shift that I am watching lately is in them though. The girls. Ainsleigh is seeing Apple as less of a baby and more of a friend.
Walking down the hall to the sonogram room, I had butterflies the whole way. I knew it would be another girl. I just knew it in my heart. And I was right.... two of the sweetest angels. So different yet sharing a common thread. You look into their eyes and not only see both of them but me and Chris too. Side by side since birth.
Siblings are such a beautiful, forever gift. I know they will have each other always.... even in times I can't be there.
As I stand in the hallway peering in. My heart soars that they can play and imagine and have one another.