I’m missing the time when my babies were babies. Back when I could hold them and cuddle with them and tickle their little hands and squeeze their chubby little thighs. Now when I try to cuddle my boys, they karate chop me. When I try to cuddle my girls, they look at me like I’m a crazy loon. No, I don’t want to have another baby–I’m way to old for that. I just wish I could go back, for one day, to the time when my babies were babies. If that were possible, they would look something like this:
Just one day. Is that too much to ask? Sigh.
3 thoughts on “When My Babies Were Babies”
Such cuties! I am sighing with you. I feel the same about mine.
Yes, sigh, sigh. You trigger a great sympathy of sighs….can you hear them??
I have felt this way many times myself. I wouldn’t want to go back to that time for long, because I would miss the amazing grown-up people my children have become. But just one day would be sweet.