My Favorite Day.

I was looking back at old pics from the day Violet was born.  It was my most favorite day.  Don't get me wrong, the day the twins were born is also tied with this day, but in a totally different way.  With Violet, I knew what to expect.  Not knowing the sex made the anticipation for the delivery that much more exciting.  Plus, I had done the whole newborn thing before (twice), so I wasn't nervous, mostly just excited.  Excited for that smell.  Excited for the little noises newborns make all night long.  Excited to have the nurses place my little burrito in my arms for the first time.  Excited to examine her little body.  I am one of the weird people that actually enjoyed my hospital stay.  I loved every moment.  It was relaxing.  3 days cuddling in bed with Violet.  Now that Violet is almost 10 months old, I get sad that she's getting bigger.  I am not eagerly awaiting for her to start walking, for her to stop nursing, for her to start talking.  I want her to stay little.  I love going into her room and watching her sleep with her little booty up in the air.  I love it that she can't talk back to me or be naughty.  Babies are the best.  Looking at this picture makes me sad that I got my tubes tied.