For My Angels

This journal is for the two of you so that you may remember events of your childhood that would otherwise be forgotten. It is my living gift to you.

Emily you were so excited when Madison arrived. Proud to be the big sister, you were eager to hold her. The picture here says it all. You call her Madsin in the sweetest toddler voice. She cried last night and you ran to her side. Climbing, stretching you were relentless in you pursuit of a little teddy bear that you thought would make her feel better. You touch the top of her head, brush her cheek with tenderness I did not think was possible from someone your age. Then again, you are and always have been ahead of your time.

Madison I watched your birth from your mother's side. Your head not all the way out, you paused and sent your left hand crawling out. You drummed your fingers on your mother for a second or two then continued your journey. You spoiled us your first night, sleeping for 5 hours and then most of the following day. The first night you were home reality set in. Night time is your time. You were up and down all night, finally sleeping at 6:30 for a heavenly 2.5 hours (yeah).

Love,
Papa