Little A and I walked upstairs last night for her bedtime routine. As I reached the stairway landing, I saw little N standing on the top step ready to come down. I paused at the landing so she could go first. Little N saw me standing there and said, “should I jump down to you, Mommy?”
It took me a minute to realize what she was referring to. When little N and little A were (really) little, they would stand at the top of the stairs, and I would stand on that landing (four steps below). The girls would leap from the top step into my waiting arms (oh, what a giant leap it seemed back then!), squeal with delight, and clamber back up the stairs to repeat (and repeat again). Such a little activity (and ahem, not particularly safe), but I recall that we enjoyed it so much back then. We would sometimes finish up with me carrying both munchkins downstairs, one on each arm.
Were the girls ever that little?
Felt so happy yesterday to suddenly remember those fun little moments from our past.
Felt happier that little N remembered them first.