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.