Some days I think of the time we spent on the other side of the globe bonding with our baby girl.
I think of the days that she just cried and cried. I think of the days she laughed and played.
I want to remember every moment. I feel like I didn't take enough pictures and I didn't cherish enough time there. Sure, it's not like we were just wasting time; I mean, we were obviously totally preoccupied. Some days I just miss it. The innocence of those 10 days before the chaos of normal life. The time we spent just loving each other, even through screaming tantrums or nonstop sobbing. I'm beyond thankful for where we are now, but some days I just wish we could go back.
Next time (if there is a next time) I will take more pictures, I will breath in more of that place, I will treasure my time there.