There are moments you remember all your life,
There are moments you wait for and dream of all your life,
This is one of those moments.
In one part of my brain having babies in the nicu seems like a dream, long ago and far away and fuzzy when I try to remember it.
Another part of my brain remembers is like yesterday: going from isolette to isolette, holding each tiny baby, marveling over their tiny size.
I remember Jared wearing "real" clothes for the first time, clothes that today look like doll clothes but then were enormous on him.
And today that baby, my baby, blessed the sacrament for the first time.
Spiffy in his new white shirt and favorite turquoise bow tie, voice surprisingly calm, he did a great job and I had tears in my eyes.
Landmark moments always stand out, but there is something about hitting these landmarks with my babies. A huge whoosh of "I can't believe we're here/how on earth did this happen" wells up inside of me every time. A combination of "how did we get here" and "I can't believe we've survived this long" and "I think this might be going too fast."
Today felt like that as I sat there and watched him and listened to him and wiped away the tears and took a mental picture.
This is one of those moments...
Oh how beautiful!
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