The family photo shoot was certainly planned. The outfits, the hairstyles, the location, the photographer, all planned.
The head bonk, however, was not. And I love it.
The day before we left for China, five year-old Rose flew by herself to Idaho to stay with her grandparents. I snapped this picture at the airport, blinking back tears. My baby wouldn’t be the baby anymore. The next time I saw her, things would be different. Hopefully better, but different.
What if her new sister had issues that would now take the lion share of my time? What if I’d tempted fate and messed up the good thing we had going? Would this changing-point-in-our-lives moment be something Rose would thank me for someday or need to hash out with her therapist?
It’s been over three years now. Almost four. And the joy I see pass between these two little girls, even when they’re hitting heads (literally and figuratively), warms me through and through. Cholita, our baby number 4, was planned. Ditto with the trip to China. Finding Rose a best friend was unplanned. And I love it.