...it almost makes me cry.
Amelia Mae is asleep in my arms, her sweet face upturned towards mine. She is perfect, beautiful, and I'm overwhelmed by my love for her. The shape of her lips, the softness of her cheeks, her warm baby scent, all of her crazy hair, dark, soft and already so long.
I should get up and put her in the bassinet, and I will...eventually. But for now I'm just going to drink in the gentle weight of my baby girl resting on my chest and smile, thankful tears in my eyes.
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Sounds like moment I had a couple of weeks ago with Jack. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was getting sleepy as I fed him nighttime bottle. Hard to believe at times that these creatures were just a bunch of microscopic cells trying to figure out how the puzzle went together.
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