Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Fleeting

Peach fuzz hair.  Chubby cheeks.  A crease in the eyelid.  The divot under the nose.  Soft pink lips.  Sausage wrists.  Knuckle dimples.  Today while my sweet boy slept against my chest,  I tried to commit all of him to my memory.  Soft breathing, quiet snuffles, limp arms.  Like the sweet smell of a newborn, I know these details will fade with time, but I hope to always remember the joy of quiet moments shared with my babies.  How I wish they could stay so small and beautiful forever, but how I love to watch them change and grow. 

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