I know there may come a day when my baby can't do the things that she loves anymore. I feel like a huge clock it ticking and I need to video her 24-hours a day. I am scared that I may not remember what she was like now before she was robbed in the night by an evil villan. Will I remember her wandering the house blowing raspberries? Will I remember her high pitched squeal when her brother plays with her? Will she still be able to rub her daddy's face when his beard starts to grow out? I know this is all very premature. I know that I need to focus on the now. My rational side understands that. My heart hasn't quite figured that out yet.