Wednesday night. Daddy's out and we had guests. Girls your mama grew up with; girls who are now pursuing love, careers, motherhood, and other such adventures. Little Jameson was here too, just one month old. We set you down beside each other and you cried and cried and cried. You played in the half light while the big girls talked and passed the little baby from chest to chest. He is small, smaller than I can think of you ever being - though you were - and you are big, getting bigger every day. Time runs on. Soon you'll be running too.