It was 55 degrees a couple days this week and I had Landon in abooouuut five layers of clothing, including a hat and mittens. It was pretty mama bear-ish. But love and thermal layers know no bounds to a new mom, nor will it diminish through the years, I suppose. I was looking through some old Christmas photos and tangentially thought about how darn much my mom must have loved James and I; I say this because I don't think we were able to put our arms down in any Chicago winter growing up. She bundled us up like Eskimos and gave us warm (not hot!) baths afterwards. Again, these are things I notice more readily from the perspective of being a mother myself these days.
We lost her a year ago, but my thoughts of her are as strong and warm and fuzzy as ever. It's like my heart can't put its arms down. Merry Christmas, Mom!
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| We were able to bend our limbs a little bit to successfully go sledding later in the day. |
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| Our arms started to hang a little lower as we grew, but the dexterity in our fingers was still compromised. |
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| "I just met you, but I think I sure do love you," thought baby Katie. "Me, too," thought Mommy. |
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