This morning, Claire helped me give Minnie her first proper bath.
We played calming music, and while the sun shone through the windows,
Claire gently bathed Minnie while I sat back and cried.
I told her she was going to be such a good mom when it's her time.
Then I told her I remembered bathing her for the first time
in October of 2001.
I was so nervous I had to have my mom do it.
And now, 24 years later, Claire is bathing her youngest sister for her mom.
Minnie sat in her little tub in the kitchen sink,
her eyes wandered around, and
her skinny little arms reached out, exploring air and space.
She especially loved the warm washcloth on her tiny head.
This was another sweet memory I'll never forget.
Then we bundled her up, and Ollie made a fire, and we spent the rest
of the day in the living room watching the weather out the window.
Another storm is brewing.
Happy February!
