She Makes It Go Pitter Patter

She has no idea that with every smile and smirk, my heart skips a beat.  She can enjoy her little tykes piano and hit each key oblivious to the adoration we send her way.  She is deeply loved and deeply appreciated.  She makes my heart go pitter patter.

She can take a moment of pure frustration between mommy and daddy and shake it and toss it like she does her stuffed animals.  She isn't content with just one kiss.  She has to have another, and another.

But when sickness takes over her little body and the innocence of her little life is paused for moments as she continues to hurl the entire contents of her precious stomach, no cuddling, kisses or constant singing of "Who loves Jossie" will ever be enough to take my worries away.  And that sickness continued on all day Friday...

And this week we've had our eyes opened to more mothers and fathers who's little one's life was slipped away too quickly.  I read over the weekend a post about Natalie Evelyn who's little life ended while in the arms of her mother.  I have only recently discovered Natalie's story, but I can say now, that I know Natalie...

But this weekend didn't only bring sorrow, heartache, and tummy aches.  No.  Our weekend brought giggles, and chit chats, and blog tip sharing, and a whole lot of hope.

And when chit chat begins... chit chat never ends.  A new dear friend, Jen, came over for a much needed play date and blog makeover.  And although our babes are about 8 months apart, the fun was still absorbed into each heart.  So with our cold cups of coffee sitting on the table barely touched, and our little ones constantly wanting the attention of everyone from the view of our laps, we continued to talk and talk, blog and blog, and coo to our little ones delight.  And we finished her blog five hours and two diaper blowups all over the house later.  You must check her out because she has something to say and photos to share!

But the weather this weekend brought us beyond our hazelnut scented room and outdoors to breathe in the new smell of fall.  We loaded up the camera and headed to the pumpkin patch that was overloaded with visitors from near and far, so after a few photos with silly faces we headed back home.

{She was afraid of being on the pumpkin}

And our weekend ended with more sickness.  This time our entire family struggling to hold anything down.  But, as we all lay in our beds, holding our tummies and moaning in the fetal curl, we still manage to catch a glimpse of joy and love in each others eyes... and that will always make my heart go pitter patter.