Yesterday evening needs to be remembered and recorded. It doesn’t need a story with it, even. Just pictures.
I don’t remember the last time she slept so soundly on one of us, much less handled the transfer and slept on both of us. What a delicious memory for my heart to hold.
My favorite picture from last night…
Goodness, Waverly, how deeply I love you. You’re SO much bigger than when you were new, but I could’ve held you tirelessly for hours and hours last night. The whole night, even. Thank you for the warm snuggle. My heart is full, and I hope yours is, too.