Little Things to Remember.

I love you Maylie, how you won't let me leave the room without whimpering and crying.  And now that you can crawl, you follow me like a shadow wherever I go.

I love you Tate, for learning how to be so soft and gentle with Maylie this summer.  Yesterday after Maylie's nap, I found you in her crib with her, feeding her cheerios and goldfish.

I love you Easton, for being so brave and excited to go to school in a few weeks.  And also for being a little boy beneath your grown-up-ness.  The day we both cried and hugged each other as we thought of you going to school will linger with me forever.  Today I asked you if you were sure you really wanted to go to school this year and you said, "Yes, Mom.  I need to learn things."  You're right my big-little boy.  And I do too.