Chasing you on a tricycle as you pedaled away
furiously, giggling; spinning you around until I was dizzy and
all your gleeful demands of again; covering your face
in kisses and the shy little pecks I got in return; laying down
with the girls at nap time and rubbing their backs until they
fell asleep; the hugs around my thighs, my neck, my ribs; the
three of you running to me whenever you saw me; the twins
playing with my hair (“Miss Bailey has hair like
Rapunzel!”); then their speechless disappointment and
stares when I came with it cut to my shoulders one day; endless
requests of chalk drawings at outdoor learning and suggestions
of what color to paint my nails next; “sit by me at
lunch”; holding little hands in mine walking down the
hallway because somebody stubbornly refused everyone
else; sitting down anywhere and instantly having at least one
of you on my lap; realizing that I loved, and was loved in
return by, the sweetest little girls and boy in the world.
—Cherished moments
