More reminiscing

Caroline at two days old. (cell phone picture)

Here Caroline is snoozing at only 2 weeks old. (One year ago today.)


Caroline a few weeks ago.

It's hard to explain how much my love for her grows with each passing day. I cherish every minute with her. (Even when she throws her carrots when she is finished eating. Even when she screams at the top of her lungs during church when I stop her from eating all of Canaan's Cheerios.)
Things I do not want to forget:

• Thomas puts his hands up in the air and says, "What happened?" Caroline responds with her hands high in the air and says, "I don't know!" (Of course it sounded more like "dohno," but we heard it.)
  
• She has been extra "huggy" lately. She'll hug her stuffed animals (and us!) and give them love pats. She grabbed my face with her two hands and patted my cheeks twice today.
  
• Her dance moves are amazing. She can moonwalk and side step. She sways slowly to Paul Potts music with one arm held dramatically in the air.
• I say, "Are you hungry?" She will nod emphatically yes. (One time in a conversation not directed at Caroline I said the word, "hungry" and she came up to me shaking her head 'yes!')
  
• Each night after her bath we go tell Dada, "night-night" and give hugs. He asked her if it was time for night-night and she shook her head yes.
• I love the way she finds a book she wants read to her and she comes directly over and plops down in our laps ready to be read to. Other times, she's content to read on her own, reading to herself

• Her favorite board book at the moment, Goodnight Gorilla, has gone missing. I brought my soft back copy from school and put it upside down with a bunch of her other toys on our ottoman. A few moments went by and I watched as she scanned the items and her eyes landed on the back cover of the book (it featured a few of the animals from the story.) She quickly ran around the ottoman, grabbed it, handed it to me, and sat herself in my lap. She had me read it to her three times in a row. On the third time, I thought to myself that I would read it to her a hundred times in a row if she wanted to me to. When we finished that third time, she turned around and put a hand on my cheek and put her head on my shoulder as if to say "thanks." I could cry right now thinking about it.

I love that I can post these memories here. I also love that no one is forced into reading it, unlike those who have the pleasure of hearing my daily commentary of the adventures of Caroline (Aunt B!)