Pink linens
I've had a vision. Of us. Inside a big church. In the middle of a mass. I was holding the most beautiful baby i have seen, with pink linens wrapped around her. She was as beautiful as you. She had those soft lilac eyelids as she slept soundly in my arms, she yawned with a perfect oval shaped, and scratching her face as what new borns do. While you kept my hair back, preventing them to touch her face. I was wearing a greenish blue halter neck camisole, while you wore your white shirt and denim jeans. It was the perfect Sunday afternoon for us.








