Baggage

One of my favorite parts of an airport is the baggage conveyor belt. I like watching my suitcase disappear through the plastic flaps.  I’ve always wanted to hop a ride on that conveyor belt to see where it goes. But in an effort to not get “randomly selected” for a special search every time I fly I just stick to the moving sidewalks. It’s sort of the same concept. Anyway, it’s just nice to know that someone else is throwing carrying my bag for me. And when I arrive at my destination there is such joy in seeing my suitcase magically re-appear through more plastic flaps on another conveyor belt. In one piece…Hopefully…

 

Holding On

Our baby Ella Claire is 3 months old.

She is amazing.

Even at such a young age, her personality is starting to show. Her smile lights our eyes. I’m not sure if all preemies do this, or if it is a newborn trait in general, but there are some days when she just won’t rest unless she is being held.

So we hold her. And she sleeps. Our arms cramp and backs ache, but we still hold her.

Because one day she won’t want to be held all the time. One day she will want to crawl around and explore. One day she will play outside, and ride a bike, and go to a friend’s house, and spend the night, and go to school, and learn to drive, and graduate, and go to college, and get married, and have a baby of her own– who will want to be held…

So we hold her. Because achy arms and backs get better, but babies don’t stay babies for very long.