Wednesday, June 3, 2009

waking up with baby

I had her on my chest. Holding her head high, she sang a little song to the shadows on the curtains and beamed a dolphin smile to the hidden morning sun.

Reaching with all her being... just to touch the corner of a pillowslip. Every moment full of wonder.

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully observed and equally beautifully expressed.


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