I remember watching Anna play with our nephew, Fred, who was right at that age when a baby goes from a lump of crying and poo into an interactive little person.  And my heart – to pardon the cliche – beat fast and burst with love and excitement for, one day, our own little baby and the thought of watching them play together (May 2019 update – we now have our own baby, and she is wonderful, and watching them play does, indeed, gladden my heart).

-23 May 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.