A memory in the making

I was up a ton last night with Corrine (a theme to my life) and realized something. The older you get, the more patience it seems you have with your children, and life in general. With Michaela, I had much less patience and only bemoaned the lack of sleep I was experiencing when I got up with her in the night. Since then, however, I have realized just how fast babyhood goes, how little time your children are babies. Each child has given me more experience and a new perspective. One short year, and they don't fit in your arms as well. Too soon, and they are off on their own, and don't need you as much. So last night, in spite of how tired I was, every time I got up with her, I tried to sear the memory in my mind. To capture it with all my senses to last for when she is grown. She is almost 9 months old already, and it feels like I didn't have enough time to cuddle her. I may have been tired, but I held my precious baby like a life line. I appreciate that time with her because I know it won't last.