There are moments filled with such explicit bliss I can't hold it in and it spills down my cheeks - tears falling and catching in the folds of Alice's t-shirt, her body cradled into mine, her chin as soft as cotton resting quiet on my arm. Her chest rising and falling in blissful sleep - trusting sleep - sleep that can only come in childhood when you are so much smaller than the arms that are holding you.
How can I be so blessed as this? To have her here, to be holding her close, to be breathing her in. I feel so very very lucky.
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Because you are such a wonderful person who has so many wonderful qualities to pass on... keep holding her. And..... my oldest is going to be 37 so yes, 30+ are still kids "P
Just wait till she understands what an amazing Mommy she has! Then SHE will be asking herself why she is so blessed and lucky.
So is she.
the other night I decided to tell baby my life story, since he was awake and it was late and I was hoping to bore him to sleep. as I described my 2nd grade science teacher, it hit me that one day he'd be going to school, and I lost it. All through my narrative (which ended at 6th grade, at which he fell asleep), I was crying or on the verge or crying. this parenting thing is really something. I just love it. this little person, so sweet, and so *mine*.
this is a precious post, thank you for your tenderness, the world needs more mommies like you!
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