I've known from the start that this pregnancy would be my last. Somehow that made everything different. I cherished everything a little more and tried to burn into memory every little detail. This isn't to say that I didn't cherish memories with each of my girls, but somehow knowing there won't be a next time changes things.Now that Kaly is finally here, I still find myself trying to take in every second and appreciate all that it means to be mom and have this precious little life in my arms. I cannot wait to see what she will become and to watch her grow and learn, yet at the same time I am screaming at the clock to slow down; to give me a little more time with this baby. I see my other girls and how much they have grown and it amazes me... where has all the time gone. How is Karsyn about to turn 10 in April? Do you realize how close to a teenager she is and that she isn't a kid anymore? She is officially a tween... (and the urban dictionary defines that as girls between the age of 9 ~ 14... too old for toys, but too young for boys) Can Aydin really be one year away from 8 and her baptism? Did she really ask to get her ears pierced for her birthday this year? When did Fynley's hands get so big and when did she decide that she didn't need me to help her with anything?
Now I am holding my last baby? I have decided not to be sad but to just enjoy the moment. I won't get nostalgic, instead I will just embrace what is to come. I am moving on to new experiences and getting ready to make new memories with my 4 daughters. That is exciting. I look forward to the time we will spend together and pray that our mother/daughter relationships will be good ones. Most of all, I look forward to watching Dan handle this whole experience and am so grateful that I get to witness the whole estrogen~filled comedy unfold. I love you my sweet daughters and just ask that you take it easy on us... after all we have never been parents to 4 girls before and we're out numbered!































