15 weeks earlier to this day, I was in the throes of a long and tiresome labour, drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming about parks and waterfalls while spasm after spasm continued to hit me in great waves.
Today- 15 weeks later, with a cute cherub who has eyes like the ocean with lights, cheeks as soft as cottonball and fingers as cute as cuteness themselves, do I remember the pain?
No!
All I remember are the happy memories she's created for me so far. How that space in my heart, which is all hers, aches with tenderness when she looks at me with amazement as I sing to her. How round her eyes become as I softly gurgle nothings in her ear, how they follow me across the room... How right she feels in my arms- like she and I were made just right for each other.
I love you, my 15-week wonder!
1 comment:
congratulations on beginning a completely new journey. Thr aint a rolr costr like this one.
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These are the kind of posts that might just save the blog.
shyamal
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