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Her babyhood is fleeting. With it she both takes and brings back the familiar memories of her sisters baby time. With each of the girls we were fascinated watching them stretch themselves into a new sunny day. Sugarplum’s early morning calisthenics pump her little legs out of the swaddle, signaling the daily readiness to leave the nest she had settled serenely into the night before. Then comes the rise of an invisible symphony as  she conducts unseen notes waving her slim fingertips through slices of morning light. All the while as she coos her ancient secrets through soft lips that circle and part with words to come. That milky baby smell  that draws me closer for an early morning nursing makes it hard to leave our bed; but in a good way, as I mentally thumb through these same moments shared with each of her sisters. It is these sweet and quiet morning minutes before the rest of the house comes alive that are the ones I want to bottle for when these girls are grown and gone.