So I take a lot of pictures of my daughter. There's just something in that moment I try to capture but when I look at what I've taken it's just not the same. So I try again and again but I never get it. Not exactly. I have the same problem with sunsets.
When my parents came my mom warned me not to hold her too much. You have to train her to be easy! They only get heavier she warned.
I know she's right but sometimes after nursing instead of burping she falls asleep against me, her head nestled against my shoulder and neck, her entire body limp and melted against mine. I let her stay feeling her body expand and contract with every breath, little puffs of warm air against my neck. It's the closest thing I have to her being a part of me again.
I take in these moments because I know how easily they slip away just as the days when I could feel her move inside me are long gone. They say they grow up but I feel like the grow away, each day getting a little further as they make their way to independence.
When my parents came my mom warned me not to hold her too much. You have to train her to be easy! They only get heavier she warned.
I know she's right but sometimes after nursing instead of burping she falls asleep against me, her head nestled against my shoulder and neck, her entire body limp and melted against mine. I let her stay feeling her body expand and contract with every breath, little puffs of warm air against my neck. It's the closest thing I have to her being a part of me again.
I take in these moments because I know how easily they slip away just as the days when I could feel her move inside me are long gone. They say they grow up but I feel like the grow away, each day getting a little further as they make their way to independence.
