At three months, Caroline is very interested in rolling onto her tummy, smiling at her brother and any book you put in her front of her. She loves trying to eat any fabric within her grasp and has an adorable, husky little laugh.
I know that parents are supposed to go before their children. But I never, ever want my children to experience the absolute heart ache that comes with losing a parent before their time. After a year, the pain is still so great that I think of it as this separate "thing." This thing that I sometimes peak in on and prod it a little...but only for a second or two. Any longer and I won't be able to stop crying. I never want my kids to experience anything like this.
I hope I live so long that I become a huge physical and emotional burden to my children (like they need to wipe my 100 year old butt & change my diapers or feel guilty because they missed their weekly visit to the home type of burden) and they are relieved when I finally die.