Baby's thrive on being touched and held. Bennett has spent more time being worn then in any stroller. I know the smell of his hair. I know his weight. My shoulders burn after hours of carrying him. We've gone hiking up mountains, Christmas tree choosing, trick-or-treating, pumpkin patch playing, and block walking all together. We've done parades, festivals, weddings, parties and shopping. More shopping then one can imagine. This is our life. We do everything together.
Through this blog, I really hope that my someday-grown-up babies will realize how loved they really were. Maybe they will want to wear their babies too.
I can only hope.