Momma hasn't been feeling 100% great today. A little off. Just enough that it jogged my memory back to a Peanut sick day in early December. (Is it terrible how much I enjoyed our sick days together?)
I stayed home with you that day because nothing was agreeing with your belly. I remember you had not one, not two but THREE diaper blowouts before 10:00 am that day. But, no matter how yucky your tummy was feeling, you were still in GREAT spirits. We had such a fun day, and I captured a whole series of wonderful pictures while you ate and played with some peanut butter toast. You know, because it was deeeeeeeelicous!
Now I look back at these pictures when I need a smile and a reminder of your BIG personality and your electric smile. Photos like these also reinforce my belief that you were truly an "old soul." What other 15-month old has so many funny, knowing expressions, and is so much a part of the inside joke?! My Peanut, the old soul who came to earth to make us all better people...both in life and now beyond. With each passing day I believe that more and more and it fuels my desire to honor you and spread your message. I desperately hope I'm making you proud.
Sending you love, smiles and kisses, my sweet Peanut. Missing you more than ever. I love you - to the moon and back!