I returned Sunday night from a trip to visit Mike, Amber, and their four precious infants. I spent two glorious days holding babies, getting spit up and peed on, washing bottles, replacing lost binkys into crying little mouths, and sleeping for an hour at a time.
What a wonderful way to spend a weekend.
It brought back so many great memories of doing the same for my own little babies... But that was yesterday. Today, my babies don't need the kind of help that Amber's babies do. I realize that as time goes on they will need me even less. I hope they never outgrow the need to sit on my lap and get hugs.
I realized that Jeff and I can really pat ourselves on the back for surviving that first year. I had forgotten how intensely tiring and fulfilling it had been. Thank God I get the priveledge of helping (to a very small extent) a friend get through her first year. I wish I could do more, but distance has me at a disadvantage.
Thank you Mike and Amber for sharing your babies with me.