Then I was young.
You were born right on time, your due date.
You were smiles and challenges
and growing up together.
Now you are almost grown.
You are A’s in Math and contagious smiles
and you are never, ever late for a thing.
Then you were Baby A
fragile and small,
serious and full of light.
First to come home, to walk, to speak.
Now you are beauty and health,
hot pink nails and dainty tip toes.
You are never last, for anything.
Then you were Baby B.
You were tiny and quick,
your size, no obstacle.
Determination and strength brought you finally home.
Now you are morning hugs and spilled milk,
sweet I love you’s and perfect couch dives.
Your small little stature, perfect for speed.
Then you were unexpected blessings,
small but strong,
kissed and loved by all kinds of little faces.
You stretched our hearts to limitless bounds.
Now you are still baby
but all boy,
cheesy grins and extra stories at bedtime.
Your perfect little self, always shining the light.
Then you were Baby C.
The first I touched,
the first we held,
the life we lost.Now you are rainbows on dreary days,
and the pause between my words.
You are teary smiles and
bubbly little girls.
That empty space
where there should be one more picture.
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