My Baby.

Almost every day I wish that my 40 something self could go back and tell my 20 something self how quickly life was going to pass.

That who cares if the kitchen is clean.

Just hold the baby, before she is gone.

I'm so grateful to be starting set 2.  Of kids.

Because I am so much smarter now. (Sorry set 1)

Sometimes, this is all I do.  For hours. 

Hold my baby.