My babies

I spent a lot of time this week uploading pictures of my kids on Facebook. It was easy to get started with Aurelia, there are so many images of the kid. She catches sight of a camera and feels compelled to strike a pose. And all we have really ever had since she was born was a digital camera.

Daniel is a bit more reserved, even though he actually likes his picture to be taken. He wants to appear as if he doesn't... But he is four years older and we didn't have as many baby pictures in digital form.

Then there is Cory... that big manchild who is barely seen these days. Like a Yetti. When he was born, digital photos were either on the horizon or not available to the public at large. Fortunately, I had already scanned some younger photos in for another project, but as I got started on his album it strikes me how vividly I can see him in my mind. And this is really for all the children, but he's the oldest, baby years far behind, and I can still feel his wispy hair tickle my nose as we snuggled, I can feel his hand in mine as we crossed streets. I can smell his baby breath when he fell asleep in my arms and I had no heart to put him in the bed. I can see him collapsing in fits of laughter and dancing with me in the living room with no shame. Sigh....

No more babies for us, and man am I relieved, but looking at the pictures of the baby fat cheeks, the pudgy hands, the compact little beings that they are growing so far away from... doesn't break my heart... just bends it real hard...