The first memory I have that I can actually say is a memory is when my brother was born.
I remember when he and my mom left the hospital and they let me “push” my mom in the wheelchair. I was standing on my very tippy toes trying to push it. Either my grandpa or my dad was behind me doing the actual pushing.
I remember I was so very proud to be “big” at that moment.

I am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom.











I was moving it with my feet. 🙂
love the picture
Cute picture. I remember Mom coming home with a new baby when I was a toddler.