Two year old Katie and our dog Molly sharing a snack.
This picture represents the tail end of the most magical years of my life. When my husband and I found out we were having our second daughter, we decided I would leave my job and stay home with her. Our oldest daughter was still in public school, as this was before we'd made the decision to homeschool. So, for two glorious years it was just me and my new baby girl six hours a day.
I was eighteen years old when I had my first daughter. I was young, naive, and self-absorbed. I didn't understand that babies were meant to be enjoyed. I was always looking forward to what she would do next.
Words cannot describe the bliss that was being home every single day with my baby. I was older, and as is the case with every second child, I was a little wiser. I knew how fast they grew. I knew to sit back and just enjoy her. Every minute with her. I spent entire mornings just holding my baby. Just sitting there, holding her, doing absolutely nothing else. My husband was at work, my oldest was at school. I had nothing at all to do but love my baby. And love her I did. I cherished those hours we had together. I got to help her grow from a helpless newborn into a bright, loving, talkative, rambunctious, amazing toddler. I finally knew how it felt to be a part of every single moment with my child. There wasn't a day in her life that passed where I didn't know everything she'd experienced. It was such a blessing, for both of us, that we had the opportunity for so much alone time. To this day we have a special bond because of that time together.
Our third daughter was born three months after this picture was taken, and not long after that we brought our oldest daughter home to be homeschooled. Needless to say, you probably won't find a trace of that peace and quiet that used to exist here. What you'd find in it's place is louder, crazier, and more hectic. But it's also filled with more love, kindness, and oneness than I ever could have hoped for. I am so blessed!
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