I Miss Yesterday

I Miss Yesterday

I wondered for years what it would be like for Ben and I to be someone’s mama and daddy. Now it seems like it was always this way. Like she was there all along. I know now there is no way to record and keep every word and face she makes, to keep it in a locket I can rub between my fingers. She just keeps changing, growing, and knowing. I wondered if I would miss our old life, the one without a baby. Now I know I only miss yesterday because the baby we cover up at night after singing our songs and reading our books is not the same baby we pull out of the crib the next morning. She knows just a little more about the world. Her hair is longer. Her shoes are smaller. And my heart busts all over again.