I closed my eyes last week and had such a clear vision of him in my mind, a year from now, a little boy with a big smile running barefoot in the yard.
we're here and wow is it wonderful ❤️
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I closed my eyes last week and had such a clear vision of him in my mind, a year from now, a little boy with a big smile running barefoot in the yard.
we're here and wow is it wonderful ❤️
"it's just a girl harmonizing with a fan"
actually it's the sound of me rocking my son back to sleep when the world is quiet and it's only the two of us
I think in 10-20 years when I look back, Purple Monkey and the music from the Handstand episode of Bluey will be the soundtrack to my memories of babyhood.
am i even a person
How do I tattoo the weight of my baby asleep against my chest?
Sweet little
Delicious little
Perfect little baby boy
With your nose and your cheeks and your lips
I
am
so
sorry
that I called you a douchebag earlier
I'm so tired. But someday I won't be able to hold you anymore, so for now I'll hold you just a little bit longer.
Sometimes I get so caught up in how big he's getting that I forget how little he still is
Last week I cried because I thought he'd fallen asleep on me for the last time without me realizing. Then yesterday he woke every time I tried to set him down. He ended up sleeping in my arms for three hours and I soaked in every minute.
Sometimes they know what we need, too.
I closed my eyes last week and had such a clear vision of him in my mind, a year from now, a little boy with a big smile running barefoot in the yard.
slow mornings sipping coffee, cleaning up blowouts, simmering beans, ohfuckitgotontheblanket, watching the wind in the trees
Somewhere along the way he stopped curling against my tummy the way he did when he was inside of it, he started taking more naps in his crib than on my shoulder, he preferred lifting his head to look around over resting it on my chest. Newborn life was gone in the blink of an eye and though I soaked in every second I could it wasn't enough. How could it ever be enough?
Often lately I think he looks more like a little boy than a little baby, but I sometimes catch glimpses of his newborn self - in the pout of his lip when he stretches and the shift of his unfocused eyes when he's tired.
I hope I never forget his little sighs while he eats
The smell of his hair
The way he nestles into my chest
The change in his breaths as he transitions from awake to asleep
If I could just bottle these moments and save them to relive someday when he needs me a little less
so very in love
wiping my tears with a milky burp cloth