Thursday, January 8, 2015


You woke up from your nap this morning while I was in the room so I picked you up right away to nurse. I held you in front of my face for a moment, hoping to get a happy-to-see-you grin from you, but you just cried out, hungry. So I nursed you, and picked up my book. Then out of the blue, you raised up your head, looking at me, and there was that grin. That grin that makes me grin and swell up inside and pause and realize how fleeting your babyhood is and how sweet sweet this moment is. So I put down my book. You were looking at me, latched on, so I looked back. And I think I am sure, that even sweeter than the happy-to-see-you grins are the nursing smiles, eyes locked, love flowing.

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