oh Magnolia

Sweet, sweet Magnolia. About three minutes after I met you, I thought, oh you are not the last. I have to meet another baby of ours someday! But the way I feel about you - it feels like you might be my last. It is not just me either. Your dad is crazy for you and you may never learn to roll because one of your sisters is constantly pick you up. It is funny because we get to do it all again - babyhood on - but it feels so very fleeting in a way it didn't before. Maybe it is Annie and Maren, who are so grown up and lovely and such a reminder of how fast they grow. Maybe it is Michael and the light in you that is so bright and needed now.

The love you can clearly see, in no particular order: