Saturday we had basketball games. The girls won, Sam lost. The baby wanted to be held...a lot.
When we got home she slept briefly. When she woke...more holding....four hours actually. My arms ached. Just as I was wallowing in how achy they were, I was suddenly struck with this thought (Holy Spirit?): The empty ache my arms feel when I don't have a sweet plump baby to hold. I love my achy arms.