My baby turned 9 months old yesterday. Nine.

I miss her as an 8 month old, and 7 and 6… just as I miss my oldest as a 1 year old and a 1 day old.  Time certainly seems to be moving in fast forward and I’m desperately trying to grab bits and pieces of it as it flies by.  That’s why I’m so glad I had my camera near by on this particular morning.

Madeline just went down for her nap and Delilah climbed up in the bed and to “pose” her little hands just like I do with my sleeping newborns.  I didn’t tell her to do it and I resisted the urge to shoo her away for fear that the baby would wake up.  These were some of those simple, beautiful moments that I am eternally grateful to have “written down” to look at over and over again…