The night before last...my dear Addie and I were snuggling in my bed. We used to do this all of the time in the morning, but I have been too sick and sore to snuggle for the last few months. She was thrilled to be able to cuddle again and we resumed our usual dialogue. She always asks me to tell her stories about when she was a baby and when I was in the hospital.
I told her a few of her "baby" stories and she said it was her turn. She said she was going to tell me stories of "WHEN I was still her Mommy, and I had long hair, and I was still beautiful." (do I even need to comment on the emotions I felt at that time?~)