Something I'm learning about babies is that there are these little tiny moments and little tiny wonderful things that they do that make them uniquely babies.
I wish that I could bottle those up and save those little moments.
And carry them with me.
They're not photograph-able, or video-able...
They're those spontaneous little noises or
reactions or looks or
glances...
reactions or looks or
glances...
They're those silly faces with the tongue and the eyebrows...
They're the sound of lips smacking together tasting new food.
They're the songs of soft 'baba's' and 'dada's' coming from the back seat of the car....
They're the way that she rests her head on my shoulder and lays her arm across my chest as she's falling back to sleep...
They're the slobbery 'kisses' that come lunging for you
across the bed...
across the bed...
They're the scampering crawl
towards the dog//trashcan//day-old puff//tall glass vase///
and towards you...
and towards you...
The look of excitement as she stands,
as she swings,
as she bounces.
Her soft snore...
Her sleep positions// bottom in the air,
horizontal,
face in my face.
The purest smiles.
The most carefree squeals.
I'm wrapping them carefully..
And saving them.
Because I know that the next day will be
flooded with more.
X
Cassie
as she swings,
as she bounces.
Her soft snore...
Her sleep positions// bottom in the air,
horizontal,
face in my face.
The purest smiles.
The most carefree squeals.
I'm wrapping them carefully..
And saving them.
Because I know that the next day will be
flooded with more.
X
Cassie


















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