Emma is now close to 7 months. I squeeze her baby legs, press my cheek tight to her baby cheeck, eat her baby toes and kiss the palm of her hand each and many times a day. At night I look at her and think, “be a baby again tomorrow, Emma.” She is such a darling and so anxious to keep up with her big sister. Ellie is the only one who makes Emma giggle to the core of her baby tummy. I love the way she watches, Elizabeth; with stars glowing in her eyes and two fists pressed to her wide-smiled face; Ellie dances, skips, hops, jumps and sings for her baby sister. “Emma Baby,” she laughs. Emma’s chubby legs kick away wanting to be play by her side. It will be a wonderful day when she does but for now please just be a beautiful baby, Emma.
Elizabeth put this hat on Emma’s head which gave me such a laugh when I walked in the room.