Pictures are great, aren't they?
I love going back and looking at old pictures and re-living moments from the past.
But I wish there was a way to preserve an experience more entirely...
right now I am soaking in the little things about the kids.
Maxwell is on the brink of walking
(he's been able to stand for a couple of weeks now, although he's still unsure about it),
and I know that all too soon the baby phase will be just a memory.
I long to be able to later re-experience the way his chubby cheeks feel against mine in the morning when I get him out of his crib,
the way he sucks on his bottom lip in concentration,
the dimpled knuckles and creases on his wrists,
the way his long lashes rest on his cheeks as he takes in his surroundings,
and his crazy fast crawling and urgent panting when he sees something he wants.
But since I can't bottle all of that up,
I'll settle for pictures of the little things for now.
Babies are magical.