Things I will miss...

Looking down at dimpled baby hands holding tightly onto a warm bottle while heavy eye lids melt into deep, much needed sleep.

Hearing little feet hit the floor and scamper toward the bedroom door on a Saturday morning.

The sounds of Sesame Street, mingled with baby coos and cries, coffee maker brewing and my sweet husband turning the front door handle and telling us all how much he loves us and will miss us.

Trying to make it through a family dinner at a restaurant; silverware flying, drinks spilling...

Family snuggle sessions on weekday mornings...warm little feet, tickling, kissing cheeks and laughing.