Some of the happiest days of my life have been found in my baby years. I have gotten to have three biological children and I just loved when they were babies. Their sweet vulnerability, watching them begin to take in the world around them and getting to be the center of their existence through those first months is a precious thing to a mother. The way that they smell and the softness of their hair and skin alone dictates an affection that is indescribable. Sure, there are hard things about having babies. My first son didn’t sleep until he was 2 ½. Two of my three refused bottles, so I was bound to them in a way that sometimes felt suffocating. And the very amount of stuff and effort that a simple afternoon out entailed could be exhausting. However, all in all, and perhaps in a rose-colored way that time affords, it is such a precious period fixed in my memory.