Early Memories

My very first memory, ever, is of going to see my mom and new sister in the hospital when she was born.  I don't actually recall either of them, frankly. But I remember carrying the flowers, which seemed as big as me.  I remember the long, linoleum hallways and the hospital smell.  I remember that the corridor seemed huge and wide and endless.  I remember my dad's hand holding mine; my left hand.  His hand seemed very big too.  I remember him talking to me; I can remember the tones of his voice though not what he said.  I remember being excited.  And unsure what to expect. 
Little One is exactly the same age I was then.  I wonder if She will remember walking long, hospital-smelling hallways, or the tones of my mother's voice explaining where they were going, or carrying the white and lavender flowers, almost as big as She is. 
She carried/dragged them over to me, climbed up for a big hug.  And then wanted only Baby.  She exclaimed over all the details- "Look mommy! Has NOSE! Has, eyes.  Has one, two ears, see! Have some hair.  Look! These fingers tiny!" She kissed, cuddled, and generally just adored the heck out of Her sister.  She totally got that THIS was the Baby Sister that had been in my tummy all this time.  "Look mommy! Your baby come OUT! See? Right here! Here is BABY SISTER!"   
This introduction couldn't have gone better if I'd dreamed it. 
I don't know how much of it, if anything, Little One will be able to remember.  I wish so much that Little Miss could. What a wonderful welcome to the family!  But I do know for sure that those are moments I will never forget.