babe in arms

And just like that, they're too big to hold like this.

I remember some of the last times I held Little L up above my head, or propped her casually and easily on one hip as I had been doing for months and months - and I can remember thinking to myself that I wouldn't be able to do it for much longer. She would be too big.

And now, I am making sure I hold Little E up in the air at least a hundred times a day - her hair taking flight as I zoom her around, and oh, those little squeals of delight! And I don't mind carrying her on my hip, especially when she reaches her little arm around to my back and gives me a little pat.

Because now, when I pick Little L up - all 5 years and 21 kilos of her, I recall when the weight of her wasn't so heavy in my arms. I remember when she wasn't all arms and legs. When she too, fitted perfectly in the crook of my arm. I do love her soft hand holding mine as we walk along, but how I miss her smallness...

So, I will cherish these moments of being able to carry my baby girl, because it won't be long before I'll have to put her down and take her hand as she walks along with her big sister. 

"I hold my whole world in my arms, every time I hold my baby."