So Abigail chokes at almost every meal. She usually coughs a bit and is fine. Tonight she was trying to cough, but turning red. She was really choking. Aaron grabbed her and went all baby Heimlich on her. It took a few seconds that felt like hours, but she got it out eventually. I told Aaron I was seriously scared she was going to die. Cue Olivia.
"MOMMY! Don't say that! Abigail can't DIE. Jesus made her! Jesus made her magical. So she can't die. He made her out of magic and salt."
Cue hysterical laughter. From magic and salt we have come, to magic and salt we will return.
Welcome to the land of long days and short nights. Days that drag, and years that fly. Little sleep and lots of tears. But even more love and laughter. Where ice pops cure everything (almost), and kisses are given freely. Lullabies are sung out of key, and laundry never gets put away. This is my life as a mommy.
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To be able to have the faith and imagination of a 3 year-old.
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