This morning, after an early feed, I snuck over to my sisters’ side of the house (they’ve stashed me away so that no one but me can hear the baby cry at night 🙂 to find my youngest sister soundly sleeping through her alarm. It was enough cause for an impromptu dance party in my old bedroom…and said sister slept through the whole thing. It is funny to think the last time I lived in that room was the summer before my sophomore year of college, the summer before I met Ben. To be home with a baby, my baby, is a bit bizarre. And I love it.
One of my favorite parts about being home in New Hampshire this week has been watching my sisters be aunts. They love little Lincoln so much and while one may be a little more apt to change diapers than the other, both of them are so great with him. I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful and loving family. It is helpful to remember, on days when things aren’t quite going they way I’d envisioned, that Lincoln is so loved. I may no have read to him as much as I’d liked or worked on hand-eye coordination, but I love him, and I think that he knows it. And some days that is enough.
^my younger sister is a senior this year and came to visit last week in Ohio when we snapped these pictures (and yes, this week I’m in NH…their trip just wasn’t long enough for me 🙂
^sisters make the best of friends 🙂