It makes me sad to think about how one day I picked up my own kids for the last time… my eldest is bigger than me now, I could pick her up with effort but obviously it’s not the same lol 😆 then there’s my youngest, a mere 6 months old, and it breaks my heart to think about how someday I’m going to pick him up and put him down and it will be the last time and I won’t realize it, won’t remember it as anything special… I can’t remember the last time I picked up my two older kids, and it just passed into obscurity in my memories 🤷🏻‍♀️🥺😭