Flashback Friday

I have probably said here before, (but hey, it's my blog so I can say it again, right?) that I remember when Emma used to sleep in our bed sometimes, and in the morning she would climb down, and walk into the kitchen all sleepy-eyed to find me. She would, of course, have her pacifier, hair all a mess, and would tell me in her own way what she wanted. (Remember, she only ever said "Dada" and "uh-oh.") It was usually food. The girl could eat! I loved those times. I miss those times. I wish with all my heart she were healthy, sleeping with her big sister in their pretty pink room.

She's not going back to preschool this year. With each new setback, my heart aches a little bit more. Just as I can't imagine loving her more, but every day I do, I can't imagine my heart aching anymore, but somehow it does too.