I remember…

 

I remember birth night.  One was easier. One was scarier. One was planned scariness. 

I remember 2am feedings. One on a chair in the middle, two on the rocking chair from Dad. 

I remember the first cribs, bibs, and dibs. 

I remember the first smiles, tears, and fears. 

I remember the first talks, walks and, gawks. 

I remember the first games, dances, and prances. 

Black and white soccer balls and pirouettes. 

Running until no one catches you. 

Scoring and smiling. 

Memories that make you smile. 

Time passes. 

Older. 

Change. 

Life.