Fast forward 364 days.
Yesterday, I took the littles to a friend's house to play. When it was time to go, I decided to load the kids into the car one by one - take Bug out, buckle him in, run back inside for little sis. And as I carried my boy out the door, he was kicking and screaming something unintelligible and when I finally deciphered what it was that he was screaming, I had that same overwhelming urge to cry, right there on the frigid street. He was reaching his arms back toward the house, crying "baby! Sissy! Baby, mama!" Because he thought we were leaving his sister, his "babyvivi". It's amazing how he loves that baby, how he'll never know a life without his "bubbis", how he doesn't even realize there was a time where his life and hers weren't lived side by side. She didn't take a thing away from him, and she gave us all more than we ever could have imagined with her spunky, cuddly, giggly little girlish ways. I always knew we'd love her. I had no idea we had this much love left to give her.
Baby Vivi's birthday weekend extravaganza is upon us. And we're all so very excited to celebrate our sweet little girl.