I Believe In Yesterday

Hugs, kisses and giggles fill the little years, so does the sheer drudgery of soured laundry, sticky tabletops and snot-marred walls. I remember Daisy listless with pneumonia and Birdie lost at the beach. I remember vomit in the kitchen, on the living room rug, in my bed and in the minivan. And diarrhea dripping on the floor. Nothing is easy about raising little ones, but this day in April, 16 years ago, reminds me of just how much I loved my little ones time.