The utter sweetness of you sleeping on my chest as a newborn. When you were about 8 months old we revisited this treasured but previously lost moment. Every night You’d cry, and find solace only in my arms. Laying together on the couch, your head on my heart. You’d sleep so soundly. A moment so simple, yet delicious is gone again.
How You love for me to sweep You up in my arms, and twirl around. My shirt grasped firmly between your chubby little fingers, a deep belly laugh escaping your little body. Asking for more when I finally stop.
How you always smell like Sweet oranges, Cinnamon Grahm crackers, and fresh laundry. So delicious I cannot stand it. If it got any better I would surely eat you up.
That you must always admire yourself in the bathroom mirror after a bath. Smiling and waving at the towel wrapped sweetness looking back at you.
The way you stand in your crib, and rest your sleepy head on my chest in the middle of the night when you’ve gotten up crying.. How I pat your back softly, and I feel you melt away to peacefulness in my arms
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