Musings of a Loquacious Mind

Every night I sneak in and look at Kaitlyn sleeping.  Some nights I readjust her covers, or straighten out her legs, or rub her back a little.  Sometimes I just make sure she's breathing.  Some nights I stand over her until I'm afraid she'll wake up and see me.

 

What a miracle.

 

I can't believe how big she's gotten.  I look at her little curls and think of how I wondered at one point if she would ever get hair.  I see BB clutched in her arms and remember shopping at Target with Keith long before we would meet Kaitlyn; before we even knew she was "Kaitlyn" and not "Daniel".  I look at her with her whole body relaxed, and think about how she wore herself out during the day, dancing, and clapping, and climbing, and reading, and running, and... growing.  Right before my eyes.

 

I am so blessed.