Remembering the Joy

This morning started out like any other. "I need milk. Are you getting me milk? I need to go potty. I don't want to drink my milk. Snuggle me. I don't want to go potty." And morphed into something so beautiful.

Lily's starting to shower with me and it's become a much easier way to accomplish the task. So today we jumped in the shower hoping Baby Addi would hold out for a little bit.

She didn't. She screamed. She cried. She pooped. Everywhere. On the floor. Up her back. In her hair. While we were in the shower. (My stories seem to always have a poop/shower theme, don't they?)
Lily was mid shower, I was mid shower, so the only solution seemed to be to strip
Addison down and let her join our party.

I was terrified it would be even more of a disaster. Addison hates baths and she was screaming. Hard. I peeled off her clothes, rinsed off her body and magic happened. She curled up close to me, skin to skin, and nuzzled her head into my chest. She closed her eyes and hummed as the water dripped down her back. And I remembered.

I remembered bath after bath with Lily when she was small. I remembered the way wet baby hair smells and the way chubby little moist cheeks feel nestled against mine. I realized in all the craziness, I had neglected this precious ritual with my beautiful baby Addi. And I felt such a feeling of joy holding my little baby.

This joy ignited a fire in me for more precious moments today. Playing tag with the girls around and round the house with a dog bouncing behind with his ball. Cuddling on the couch taking funny pictures. Sharing a snack patiently instead of hurriedly. Remembering the joy.